Down, down, down…

Down, down, down he sped.

Darkness slowing his fall.

His pitch black feathers

one with the night.

Feeling regret the strongest of all.

Down, down, down he went.

Not a noise to distract his mind

from the deafening din of his friend,

the wind,

now howling his impending demise.

Down, down, down he tumbled.

Eyes not closed for a moment.

"These tears are not for me,"

he thought,

"They flow for the hate I've emboldened."

Down, down, down he spun.

The ground to be his bed.

"The feathers that I thought

divide us,

should be used to unite us instead."

Down, down, down he descended.

He wished he'd noticed beforehand.

Everyone, everything, everywhere,

ONE

Deserving of love without judgement.

Down, down, down. Plummeting.

The fall and the fear never ending.

Suddenly calmness. Serenity.

Peace.

A too late epiphany; a tragedy?

Down, down, down, All of us.

Maybe today, maybe not.

Our time here is limited,

impermanent,

Finite.

The love we withheld has been lost.

Down, down, down we go

Forget what sets us apart

We can come back together

or die divided.

Love is an action.

Please. Start.