In a music-filled room

Where this dreamer sits,

With echoing strings

And haunting voices

Resonating around me…

Unbidden tears drop

From blinking eyes

As I write with care-

The Memoriam,

For cooled ashes

That will soon live forever,

Amongst the elk

And the forests of the Pacific Northwest;

The poetry,

Remembering and rejoicing the life

Of a lost father;

Crafting words from a scarred, worn desk

With a old feathered quill,

That with every stroke of ink on paper…

Whispers wild tales

Of its former life-

In the unclouded skies,

Among the trees

And the melody of birdsong,

Longing to become whole…

To be nestled within wings again.

The yearning to be Other-

To be elsewhere,

From the lamenting feather

Within my shaking hand…

Sounds a plea to my soul

So loudly

As I write-

That when I look up

And I gaze into an image

Of a faraway shore