Baby Bird

Ghostly letters proved that

under every roof holds a story.

The privilege of life.

The plan of the Unnamed God.

I cannot deny the beauty of

the last time I loved someone.

Sleigh bells, a beautiful sound.

Confident and free.

Baby bird, I guess it's goodbye.

Remember me wherever I am.

The greatest act of kindness

is taking one breath at a time.

Removing all the dust,

keeping the types 

of souls I want. 

Reviews

[Paul Bell]

This could be a kind goodbye to all the lost souls left behind.
Every house does hold a secret, usually found when the dead depart.
Now that we live in the age of the computer, is the dusty old letter or photograph now gone?