Late Goodbyes

Soar on Butterfly wings

somewhere over the horizon

unto a bridge made from the dust of stars.

A voice that storms like an ocean

singing a song of a story

from the throat of a dying sparrow.

All the humor in that graceful smile

pouring out like an oasis during a journey on a desert

raining out of the fountain of youth.

Breathing out an earthquake

teasing all those walking over the hill

all the while they are crying.

Wander or peaceful

hiding or lost

still the world is thoughtful, thinking of that disappearance

and the security that comes from the faith of entities unseen and unheard.

All this while you vanished from my life

first plummeting like a hole underneath me

then drowning me in the truth of your light 

and finally gone like the wind...

only I never feel you again...