Flying Buttress

i rise well aware

of the treasure left there

words that spun lines

crossing time

with the punctuated verbiage

of a blooming courage

willing to grasp the straws

of the symbolically conscious

and i hold true

to the silent space

where once you gazed life

into my hollow bones

and flew on the tip of flame

where there was no blame

for a love that makes way

as breaks the day

over bended knee

a graceful certainty

for your name still rests

in a poignant breath

on the yearning curve

of my sheltered nest