The Fledgling

[azure]

hidden within warmth
of memory’s shell,
fledgling waits to emerge
into a world unknown

surf ripples slowly
upon darkened shore,
reflecting starlight’s promises
that faded with the final tide

gulf between living and dead
increases as Styx’s spill
reaches the nest

slight peck
as cracks opens the world

he is alone-
and becomes another piece of flotsam
on death’s currents

[constantine]

such sad beauty. it's so good to hear from you, susie.