By Roger
Date: 30 August 1999

Above personal cost

     High in the sky on soft feathered wings
     My beautiful bird glides gently and sings
     A song sweet and simple and straight from her heart
     A song gilded with sadness because we're apart
     But laughter and joy and thoughts of soft love
     From most of the melody she sings from above
     She climbs and she dives as she frolics in the skies
     Her beauty, her shape reflected deep in my eyes
     And at last as she tires and upon me does rest
     A loving heart beating beneath her gentle breast
     I marvel that she has gazed down from on high
     And chosen my shore when she could have flown by
     But her freedom I value above personal cost
     For although, if she flew off my soul would be lost
     The fact that she chooses to fly down to me
     Is only of beauty because she is free

For an angel
Roger