Fly High
(Our College Students Leaving)
Ana Maria Blevins
Sept. 13, 2010
It's hard to let slip the golden shimmering to slip from the hold to allow
the heads are so beautiful, so beautiful when they dance
the legs are so lovely, so lovely when they dance
born to me, and born again
little women and little men
they filled my house with sound and speed
In broken ways, I met their need
and they're gone
I ache for their soaring, I pray for their graceful ascent
In their defining, themselves, I see what they meant.
But I am feeling the tearing the lifting the rend
The figure it rises and leaves behind the mold...
How can I play their music?
and it rises to fill all I have
the songs they created hold tight and fill me again and again
every doe loves its fawn
the tender softness in the light in the dawn
smelling the softness of them knowing their heartbeat touching yours
and when they run we rejoice
I gave my life for them to find a voice
to dance to joy
to play in the light on the forest floor
dance some more,
dance some more
I know your hearts are eternal in the song that you chose to sing
you've seen the dancing lights, seen the Beautiful One,
your light is strong
How could you Dance so strong?
We gave you the wings we borrowed
but how could we know how high you'd fly?
How could you soar?
I want to see you more...
I miss you-
But fly high. Fly high!
You were my little one, and now you can flyhigh.