You stare out over the crest of the waves rolling in, but you can’t find me.

I am gone.

Lost in the horizon of your memories.

Softly you turn toward the left, then to the right.

Where is she?

Could she be sleeping amongst the bay of palms?

No, she is awake.

On a sailboat, but not your sailboat.

Dangling her feet imperfectly over the starboard side as she looks back toward her new love.

Her long dark tendrils caress her strong back that labored the weight of her former lover’s insecurities.

He has memorized each freckle on her face and limbs , each wrinkled line that tells her story.

He respects her, his eyes shine with a glow of love that he doesn’t quite grasp.

He just knows the mermaid he found is a special gift from the sea.

He will never let her go..

She smiles softly back at him.

Then turns toward the sea.

She slips herself over the edge and meets her peace in the cool ocean of long lost love.

I have to let go, but how does control let go? That large steel beam sitting heavy on my heart, I can’t remove it!

It’s weight crushing me.

Control! Control!

Why do you grip me so!

I need release. I need the steel beam lifted, lifted by the crane operated by God.

He hears me, he sees me, he feels the pain intricately as it crushes me.

But he leaves it there.... why?? Why?

It hurts so.

He is building a relationship tower, one of steel.

My beam will be the last one placed to finish the project.

But it takes time.

I get it.

Will I survive till it’s removed and the tower built?

Or will I push it off myself and run.... far away.

My wings appear from a depth of heartache and unfold into peaceful strength .

My wing span is long.... enough to embrace the wind currents of new dimensions of this life.

Each feather is a color of beauty , of power, fortitude, light.

I float on the clouds of a calmness that surpasses my understanding.

I know.

The bird in flight needs his wings to take him to a resting place, the end of a migration route.

The new route will come in time.

There is no map for that way, it is open.

Upon the return, new feathers will emerge. Beautiful wings with the power to fly to new heights.

I am that bird in flight.

Where I go, only the bird watcher knows....