from a height

I am writing this live, here, this Valentine's Day. Even I do not know what I am about to say, but this will be interesting.

from a height

I have fallen before
from a height
and felt the hard, hard ground
pound the life from me
leaving only a fraction of me
to recover, in time.

But this is different.
I am not afraid
of falling from this height
as I have, for better or worse,
made wings of wax and feathers
to fly to you.

And, as with Daedalus,
I shall not fall,
for my life has shown me the path
low enough not to melt the wax
high enough to avoid the waves,
to take me where there is no need of wings.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.