Learning to Fly
by Michael R. Burch

We are learning to fly
every day . . .

learning to fly—
away, away . . .

O, love is not in the ephemeral flight,
but love, Love! is our destination—

graced land of eternal sunrise, radiant beyond night!
Let us bear one another up in our vast migration.

Published by The Book of Hope and Dreams (anthology). Keywords/Tags: learn, learning, fly, flying, flight, destination, migration, destination, heaven, love, eternity, eternal sunrise

This is how you know it hurts
your heart feels cut
eyes feel heavy
your tongue falls numb
that happy playlist makes you cry

This is how you know you messed up
the memories are polaroids of regrets
each time you think of them
you feel undressed
you see your secrets creeping from the ground,
ghosts that Will haunt you past this lifetime
to a decade where you unlearn what you learnt

They said you'll only live once
but you've lived a lifetime with tears held back
wondering how it would have been
if you never crossed that path.
If you just moved forward and never looked back

Now you ask yourself,
Was it better to have loved and lost
than never to have loved at all
Or,  was it's better to have lost them
Just to find your soul.

_lost and found

/aine/

I walk up to the counter ready to place an order to go.
With coffee and cookie in tow,
i head to my favorite spot and get ready for the show.
3..2..1 let's go!
What's the show you ask?
I don't know! It's different every day
and plays whether the sky is blue or gray.
It could be a traffic jam,
a man trying to wash people's cars,
someone getting arrested,
or even a guy in a costume saying he's an alien from mars. Whatever plays that day, it never gets old.
I get to learn about the people of my city
while staying out of the cold

Cold drab and dreary, lost lonely and weary it can become very scary.

Winter, a dreaded season of depression, misplaced aggression and wearing many false expressions.

The beginning years filled with many fears, unreliable peers and unstable careers, you will shed a million tears.

From starting out young, very high strung, often finding yourself in the dung from many a slip of the tongue. But loving to play, building on foundations on clay, it swings, it sways, soon it's all taken away.

Nonetheless it's a learning process, some can only guess, while others think life's a game of chess but even through the strife and through the stress, true success come to those who know their blessed.

Once you discover, life's on good living uncover. You Look, Listen and you'll learn, true life must be earned and you'll get back a beautiful return.

Winter, a dreaded season, the blessed find the rhyme and find the reason. Then spread their wings, do the thing and a lovely song they'll start to sing, stepping out of winter into spring.

Don't stay in winter. DO The Thing.