Only a wind whines
Here in my heart
Where ghosts once sojourned
They’ve all departed
Since you arrived
Since you stepped through
These eyes are doors
To wider shores,
So green, once blue
Now brown as yours.
Sometimes a strangers light arrives
To show itself, or you, despite
your tear choked stealth
That fruitless, tries
To run, resist, be still and hide
So fell a feather from the sky
From wing of a beloved passerby
So many hues within this plume
I thought it leaped off reposeful perch
from the cradle of a crescent moon.
A while longer, may you stay
O’ lovely pining parindey
But if you must return to sea,
I’ll sew more feathers to my wings
And join you, when you fly away.
ah, love…. 🙂
This touched!
ah, glad you found some peace in this!