985 Cranes
By Moi
Now that the cranes have suddenly gone
And their sweetly covered words have disappeared
I am left;
Left with the hope that they will return;
Left with the reality that they may not;
Left with the sad memory of their departure.
Flashing images plague my eyes
Whether they be opened or closed.
In my mind, reels turn to remind me;
Remind me of the sweeter times;
Remind me of precious moments;
Remind me of the end.
The end.
It came with little warning.
Days before the departure there was no sign;
No sign of chill in the air;
No sign of frost on the ground;
No sign of ice on the rivers.
I believed I could keep them forever.
As the wintery breeze gained strength, I saw the distance grow;
Grow between those cranes and I;
Grow between those precious moments;
Grow between those sweeter times.
So, Now, I am left, but have I lost;
Lost my self;
Lost my strength;
Lost my passion for life?
No.
I have lost my cranes and I have lost their sweetly covered words.
But I pray that they find;
Find their self;
Find their passion;
Find their happiness.
What do you think? I hope you enjoyed it. Some things I'm not happy with yet, but for the most part I like it.
Keep an eye on those days!
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