the flying machine

once upon a time, my hero touched the sky. he flew to the top of the world. he sprouted wings and swam arcoss the sky. he fell through the gray mornings and dove into the dim dawn. at that time when the air is a cool haze and the first swirling leaves carry the sound of twilight birds greeting the day. he wrote chilly words of brisk love and humanity. he sang like silent films and danced like the fading silver screen. once upon a time my hero built a flying machine and waded through the shallows of my life. once upon a time my hero waxed beautiful and drew portraits of what a soul would look like, could you see one and hold it in your hand. once upon a time my hero has been many things. once upon a time.

and now my love you are my hero, you do these things and more, what beautiful thing will you add to the silvery blue of once upon a time memories of all the heros that i've known?