Catching Faith

Every summer
a burden of memory-
lighting the swallows
that have nested
in a vacant heart.

[He won't let go
to have Gloria's
dreams die from color]

After walking
for aging miles,
he has carried
too many deaths,
wings fading
voices no longer
any kind of echo.

[He still holds
out his right hand]

Fighting
gasping for his soul,
his blindness
may not prepare him
when he realizes....

(that) death is a gateway,
to understanding time,
moving away from past
chains and flying on.

A last summer flight,
his own dance of love.