Golden sigh within the perfect notes of sound.     Overflowed between the pockets of choked noises.
Arms spread beyond reason reaching out to the soft touch of air.
Feathers erupted from each point giving the boost of vitality.            The sweet moment of flight.
Diving, bargaining, challenging gases, flying through the weighed portions of organ.
             Until each became the forced bite, the mouthing words, the inches of battleground.
     Gasping the winds cried their last breath.
                                                                           As I fell to the beating rhythm of a gold heart.



A.M.Dale