Lark
Young lark,
Eyes reflecting the sky,
Fluttering past my gaze
You have dipped your wings
Across my vision,
Forever stunning.
Yet I never did truly capture
A glance of your face,
I recall the shadow across mine.
I will gaze at the brush you disappeared into,
waiting, wishing for your return.
But how can I when this is not your home,
I am not your home.
You belong elsewhere.
But small bird with the sleek feathers,
I have claimed you as my own.
Though I will never see you again,
Know that I am here.
I understand your struggles,
How it hurts to be awake,
How it seems that every feather is out of place
And although we will never meet again
I just want you to know
That no matter what
The sun will still rise,
The wind will still blow.
The moon will not abandon you,
and neither will the stars.
Sleep well tonight,
Small bird with the sleek feathers.
Know that you are not alone.
Yet lark, I was the one who left you,
No more than a fledgling,
Fending for himself.
If you can accept my apology,
I bow my head to you,
young lark.
Though the brush may be thicker than ever,
do not fret.
If luck is on our side,
I will meet you again in another life.