He asked “What would be my last memory before I die.”
He answered as a bird in flight.
A blackbird.
His words fluttered up, took to the air,
drew the eye of those listening, upwards,
seeing through the birds eye,
into the soul,
no darkness there in the heart of the blackbird,
only light and magic.
He shared a vision soft and sweet,
a flight of happiness,
no constraints, defying gravity
lifting us all heavenward.

for Gerardo Pacheco