10. "The Crane"

Written 2-16-2000

Rules are not included
Limits are not allowed
Colors that streak on 'till forever
Feathers iridescent like a cloud

Blending into the wind
A voice only one soul could share
The slightest movement draws him higher
His song is strong, graceful, and fair.

Eyes are icy as the morning mist
A golden arch narrow and elegant
Wings that are his life, his soul on air
A living memory over the clouds, smooth, beautiful, yet not arrogant

Playful and childish, yet mature since birth
Gentle as a kitten's purr
Even after death- if ever there were one-
His soul would fly forever.