Day 24: Elegy

I have been trying to write this poem for a long time. Today, because it's the prompt, I'll try again. It will be edited many more times I know, but for today, this is what I have.

Elegy:


Cosmogyral*

for Paul

When you left, the swallows returned.
Svelte wings flitting through a dusk sky,
flight their natural habitat, hallowed right,
home at last. The swifts then too, high-fliers,

aerial acrobatics delighting in height, tilted

our heads upward. Like somehow the world, spun anew,

was trying to bring us news.

So many times, the May sky, its vastness unlatched 
would reveal you: blue as the heart of a star,
Icarus of our hearts, flown far.

Kaleidoscopic cosmic neon motion:

the spark of soul, melody of a memory,

the knowing that here, there, everywhere

you go on. 

*whirling around the universe