Sometimes At Sunset
Sometimes at sunset my eyes skyward turn
To see the white of heron wings against the blue
Like the bright irridiscent candles, and yearn
For my winging heart to follow where they fly
For they are heading north, and north is home to you
Sometimes at evenings I wave my hands at them and cry.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2010
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