Blue Heron.

I had forgotten about the great blue heron, the strength of wings

There gliding

I had forgotten about the great day coming

The sun so often providing

I slept with dreams of unified stars
And cradled features of the light

And wept the longest
Years thereafter

Before the ending of
the night

I am a writer and director of the day and time
of year

The casting of the light inside, the grace of
all my dear

And with my love you groweth before your time of death

I pave the way, with joyous living  , your everlasting breath

I cease to call the daffodils, I cease to claim the bees

But unifie the longings of love, within a subtle
Breeze

I fold your absolution
Into tiny forms of light

And kiss with gentle notions, the lids there of your sight

So with my heart and soul Theron, I place a little prayer

And welcome home
The garden, a rose in which to bare.