Gilmour says he’s moved on; so too should we.
So appropriate the name of David,
I think. Love
is a Goliath, and I
am a stone’s
throw away, watching,
waiting,
while singed memories rise in woodsmoke
song streaking
through low fog, and the lyrical liquidity
is a balm to my charred
heart, aching –
from and for –
the blackening
blaze.
The incineration of Icarus.
Aileron
Out of the ashes…
Scorched-wing phoenix, fly.
*holds out hand* come, let’s check out the heights together
I love the imagery your words conjecture, while seeing some of the roots they spring from *hugs*
Reach for the sky and roots to the sea…
https://youtu.be/gqczKOSDmW8
Love it!
https://youtu.be/Ij2vdvL7dx4