“Teach me, dear father, to walk in the sky
Where billows of silver and ivory play;
Long have I waited while watching you fly,
My tiny wings aching to join in your play.”

“Let us ascend there together, my son;
We’ll walk to the rainbow that touches the ground.
Step lively, then, toward the midmorning sun,
And race through the air without making a sound.”

Father and son joined the heavenly air,
Exploring the heights overlooking the world;
Solstice and equinox, dark skies or fair,
Forever you’ll find them, wings always unfurled.

© 2006 by Robert E. Blackwell