La Sonadora

How peaceful her passing, how delicate that fragile earth beneath her forever folded wings. I had seen her over and over, resting there in that coffin, a dmily lit corridor in nowhere. I stopped, capturing her image, giving her an emotional burial and thanking her for her flight. The days continued to pass and her body lay there still, hidden, silenced. How beautiful the world for such a creature to live and die without notice. I with her, she with me, we are one. I should be so brave as to pass through this world with such peace.

J.M. Prater