. . . . Bird On A Tree . . . .

You're leaving

and your journey is long
you will cross many oceans
you will swim in many skies
there will be distances - that will be lost to eyesight
but you will go on - by feeling alone
but in that - you will never be alone - I will be with you - always
You're traveling
and the missions along your way - will be many
but you need not choose only one
because you have more to give that just a single thought
because you have more show than just your morning sun
there will be sunsets that will move you to tears
you will open your mouth to speak - but the sounds will be the streams from the rivers in your eyes
and you will think of nothing
and you will think of everything
and will fall on your knees - take a deep breath - and look up at the sky
you will look - and what you will see - will complete the wholeness of you
You're away now
but I never felt closer to you
and in this I write my sounds on the clouds
and in this I am that silent traveler with you
watching closely carefully from afar
like that little "bird on a tree"
that never really left your side . . .