Poetrees

Bird Girl

When I quiet my mind
Thoughts of you come
And my heart resumes its sadness for the loss of you
Sitting in the shade, eyes closed, breathing
You enter my mind, tears stream down my face

In that quiet moment I hear a rustling, quite close to me
I peak out from under my eyelids
A bird has come so close that I could touch it
Maybe your spirit visiting; maybe I just want to think so.

But if it was, trust you to come back as a bird
To make a home in this beautiful park, to inhabit this magnificent tree
To have wings you can trust, that lift you above all earthly troubles
If only you had had such blessings in the life before
The life I loved you in,
the life you loved me in,
before.

11/02/2016

230-298 Wellington Parade East Melbourne
A large, old oak tree

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