october-moon's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Fly "Fly, fly little wing. Fly beyond imagining. The softest cloud, the whitest dove. Upon the wind of heaven's love. Past the planets and the stars. Leave this lonely world of ours. Escape the sorrow and the pain. And fly again. Fly, fly precious one. Your endless journey has begun. Take your gentle happiness. Far too beautiful for this. Cross over to the other shore. There is peace forevermore. But hold this mem'ry bittersweet. Until we meet. Fly, fly do not fear. Don't waste a breath, don't shed a tear. Your heart is pure, your soul is free. Be on your way, don't wait for me. Above the universe you'll climb. On beyond the hands of time. The moon will rise, the sun will set. But I won't forget. Fly, fly little wing. Fly where only angels sing. Fly away, the time is right. Go now, find the light." ~Fly~ Celine Dion I heard that song last night on the radio and I couldn't stop crying for at least an hour. Holly and Jessica are flying. It's a bittersweet thought. I don't want them to "fly", but they deserve it. They deserve to be free from pain and hurt. They deserve to be angels. It hurts all the same though. I suppose it always will. Theres been millions of tears shed and thousands of hearts broken. I don't want them to know of this. May they see the pure love for them. Let them see how much we care and how we will never forget. Just let them be happy. That's all I truly want now. Let them be safe. Let them feel love. Do we trap spirits when we mourn and try to keep them alive? Do we hold them to Earth? Do they experience the pain in our hearts when we do hold them in this world? How do we set them free? God, I'm crying so hard, I can hardly breathe. Fly, Holly and Jessica and all the ones we've lost, fly. Be free. Let go and fly. Go on and become a star. Shine bright in the sky. Go and become part of the sunrise and sunset. Become part of the flowers and trees and mountains. Become every beautiful thing imaginable. Feel the love that is felt for you in every heart that has been touched by you. 5:42 a.m. - Wednesday, Feb. 25, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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