She was a dazzling display
of gravity-defying daring and grace.
Soaring and contorting over our heads,
this dancer in the sky hypnotized.

I called her my little bird,
but she was both daredevil and magician.
I encouraged her to new heights,
to shake hands with the moon;
and if ever she fell, I would catch her

but I was nothing more than her safety net.
While I wanted her to love my embrace,
her goal was to never fall into my arms.