Departing Winds
by Tim Kavi
departing winds
carry the silent sounds
of captured stories
in the gliding winds
as eagle's wings
are spread
I wont tell their secrets
but will respect
the dead memories
that can no longer hurt
them
as they suffered
in their own mind's truth
what a wasted youth
of their seeking
shattered young ones
battered old ones too
beneath my flight
was the wasteland
of unconscious night
made present
in their sighing
the eagle lit
with healing branches
in its beak
if I could only speak
knowing there is sorrow
but flying
I will go and come back
the eagle
says
to heal more of you
tomorrow.
