Leaning on the window seal,
I gaze out at the sky blue,
I listen to the music of the birds that pass,
Thinking of my time of last.

Mind like a merry go round,
Caught up in emotion,to a world no longer found.
With tears that trickle,
Perhaps from fear,for what no longer is near.

Shadows of gray leave me feeling in the dark,
No longer with a lucent spark,
Is all like a day in the park,
Been and gone,with few traces of powdered dust.

As the sun begins to set,
Birds heading back to the comfort of there nest,
I take a deep breath,blowing kisses to the days gone by,
Grasping at whatever I can,holding dear and near whats close to my heart.

CLW
11-28-09