Choice solitude of sunset skies
Silent hours, a lullaby
Cottonwoods dance with aspen trees
Words are carried with each new breeze
Ready to move, relinquish all ties
Prepare for ‘hello”s and prepare for “goodbye”s
A time to transform, a time to grow
A time to embrace, a time to let go
Back to the only home I’ve known
Yet conscious I’ll have to go alone.
Saturday, June 16, 2007
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