It tells it's own tale...and is sadly true.
Hirundo Rustica
You left upon a falling tide
Just made it through the harbour mouth
Before the weed and rocks rose up
Before your energy to leave had died.
You took to flight on a rising wind
Gathered speed in your new made day
Blown towards a fresh horizon
Right decision underpinned.
You walked away from the dying embers
The warmth no longer kept you there
For you the burning time had ended
The time that only smoke remembers.
Gone before the snow blew through
Bags packed, paid up, checked out
Are those raindrops on your cheek?
And your sky's what shade of blue?
dancetotheradio
Lovely poem.
Very touching.