
I let love go
Flew onto a windowsill
A whispered thought its wings
Not knowing where to soar
Grooming tattered feathers, it cooed at me
Tilted its head to get a better look
One last take of me
For love was never certain who I was
While the wind coaxes its departure
As it drifts upwards
Out above the world
Toward other hearts More certain
In e†ernity,
Brazillia R. Kreep