there are mirrors everywhere
reflecting images of you
lingering memories
time suspended above our heads
following us like a cloud or bubble
why do they linger
unfinished conversations
misunderstood moments
do they just linger
wanting,,, more of what was
time taken too quickly
I may have begun a transformation
my hands may have changed
nails, long and curved like a birds claws
the keen awareness of a crows eye
may now be my eyes
my hooked nose transformed into a beak
flying in the night when the moon is bright
looking for drifting moments of time
gathering our words that float loosely in the sky
many believe that cutting the wires that hold us
will relieve the tension and we will be freed
freed to what conclusion I ask
free to look aimlessly into the sky
wondering what or why
we are told to love purely
we are told to honour our grief when the time comes
then we are told to leave it behind
to start a new
this might be the part
too difficult for me to do
my heart grows tired
covered with morning dew
let me sleep by the waves
so I may hear the music
of departed hearts
bring me back to the waters
so I may float in peace