Spread Your Soft Wings

There are no days I can take to break away,

No times I can find ‘til the end of my rhymes,

So spread your soft wings and sing your lilting songs;

May the winds of spring lead you aloft.

To carry you myself is not a gift that I may give,

For my leaving is your companion at the fall of the day,

And the only messages I relay are whispered by willows in May.

My words are sparsely versed, for they falter and they fade,

Merely shadows shifting lightly in the wake

Of footfalls you laid gently at daybreak.

There is nothing else left for you,

No place on branch or ground to alight upon

Where your melodies may sound for me,

So take to the skies and accept my goodbyes.