Moving On

How do we say the final word That comes with a fond farewell After the many changing episodes The long and mournful phrases The final words emerge from hidden places Goodbye, farewell, Adios. Let us move on to the next inn For there awaiting sorrows leave us Once again returning to await Our own arriving solitudes That sing a quiet lullaby to our childhood dreams And schemes we planned are lying On the roadside trampled By the strangers passing by. Carry them in your pockets All your plans and hopes and dreams hidden from the greedy and the blind That have no dreams, no hopes, no hearts Save those taken from the orphaned and the homeless. What will you have me bring to the feast? My soul will only hunger more My heart will only long to soar With the eagle and the wind.