Fly On

The sparrow had been gone for many a year now It had taken to the heavens to soar on the breeze But, if you look up, you may catch then a glimpse Of the loved sparrow in flight, putting heart at ease It had gone, but yet it stayed, in those of its seed The hatchlings that had grown, well enough to fly Yet, I never looked upon them, saw their beauty As I kept watching for the first sparrow, in the sky Had I looked on the nest, to where the little ones were I would’ve seen that the sparrow had left pieces behind For there, in the beauty, of new stretching wings Was the truth and love just waiting there to find I had missed their first flight, their coming of age Oh, the courtships they had, my eyes did not see Because, here I stood, always looking to the sky Waiting for something that would never come to be But now, now I see, I can even hear the sparrow’s song Each note is melodic, each young one, so wild, so free I shan’t look away to watch the sky any more in dream I will watch these sparrows, keeping them close… to me