This year is late

To light the flame

Love was drunk on

The brine of reality

21 shots in hand

Smiles meet frowns

Teeter by this home

Stagger back and forth

The memories blurred

Taste of sugar-free sweet

Lingers more than it should

As those dewy eyes shine

And they turn bloodshot

Little wings yearn to fly

Race those soaring birds

Spin and twirl in the sun

Dip their feathers in bliss

One day my bird you'll rise

A proud astronaut in space

You'll discover the moon anew

And touch the sun with grace

May The Lord beatify

Your transparent soul