Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

seems absurd to think
it's a beautiful day for a funeral,
but I do for a second form that bubble

how could the rain
make this day better, the blues skies
the warm sun, the crisp breeze

omens of life beyond
the decrepit body... you cannot kill
a spirit, cannot lock it inside a fancy box

a spirit is pure energy
you cannot bottle it or can it
you cannot freeze dry it like desiccated liver

and you surely cannot bury it
by throwing shovels of disturbed dirt on top of it...
'cause a spirit is born to fly

so fly away sweet Dino, soar
like an ancient seabird along the coast
of immortality, catch the cosmic wind

and glide without a bit of effort, no more pain
in the uplifting current... free at last
from the the locked birdcage known as planet earth



written July 2014 ....and tucked away for a later date

such a sweet incredible piece to the flight of dino into the ether. Maybe some of him is still travelling and will land right here.

thank you steve

Thanx very much judih......Sure miss ole Dino