Life at No.22, Musings, Poetry

Flying High into the Night’s Sky

On a winter's night
A shooting star signals
Your departure
The beauty before sunrise 
A channel of quiet words exchanged
While on the deck, remembering 
Holding on as if you are still here.

Dedicated to a man who made me think and smile, even if I did disagree with his viewpoint, and to my beautiful-hearted cousin, kia kaha.

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