For Farzad on His Birthday

A hawk soared the southern skies.
There was never a question as to his purpose
and the clarity he had was leant to
all in his view.

Wife now mother with power.

Daughter is daughter
Son is son

and

Friend is friend.

Generosity flowed under his wings like Rumi transforming poetry
to music through a Persian Ney.

Your song carries life to splendid heights
and beacons us to live up, to live up and look on
high.

....and borrow the winds to fill our wings, for there is plenty for
us to

soar together.

Love David