The most beautiful

Time has been good to me
As gentle a force as gravity could muster
But my host
The form i inhabit
Still warm and viscous
Is divorced
The rift was viciously fateful and fair
Then cold, then stiff
With a release of a fetter
I am a half kite
Unacnchored but stifled
The weight she provided was a prudent pressure
One that warmed as much as venerated
One that would ache for an eon had it been arrested from my perception
The descent came quickly
By a telescoped deluge
 my feet no longer bore any resemblance to anything human
Evolution has seen them turn gossamer
fixed amid a current of despondence
With my link to earth now a ghost
I wait only for the flesh to close the distance