I Write Of That Journey

I remember how my mother would hold me.
I would look up at her sometimes and see her weep.
 
I understand now what was happening.
Love so strong a force
it broke the
cage,
 
and she disappeared from everything
for a blessed
moment.
 
All actions have evolved
From the taste of flight;
the hope of freedom
moves our cells
and limbs.
 
Unable to live on the earth,
Mira ventured out alone in the sky -
I write of that journey
of becoming as
free as
God.
 
Don't forget love;
it will bring all the madness you need
to unfurl yourself across
the universe.