"I never feel better,she said, "than when falling in love;
weighless, I fly

sometimes fluttering
like summer's swallows."

"I never feel better
than when I feel I have been enough"
he said,
"for you to love."

"I remember"she said
"the fear before the leap afraid to fall
but I leapt for you
even though it is was against all my instincts
to swan-dive from high cliffs."

"I," he said
 "was beside you-
 we two in unison-
hovering there, I remember
soaring, gliding
ignoring
no, defying
the very existence of ground;
I had my doubts too thinking:

fools always confuse flying and falling
I thought.

but gliding winds sustained us in the early months
in that cloud-canvass bliss we call love-
gravity we defied

not ever knowing
the direction of down,
learning the art of  lightly soaring.
 

But a slow orbit had us circling
closer ever more
 toward earth
and flyings' end
but then

were given
new wings--
those of an angel--
our child.

We fly once again
this time with new wings
those which come with family.