Fly

It isn’t when 
but how said
wind to wing
I can blow
but it’s you
that must lift
I’ve been here
you’ve been waiting
just as leaves
know it’s time
to go so
do birds know
that it is
time to fly

C’mere

I can 
be as
near or
as far
as here
all you
have to
do is
say c’mere

Dusk

As we go 
light to dark
sun to moon
day to dusk
I am reminded
that flesh goes
to dust and
memories also must

and as the
last bit of
sun sets behind
the mountains the
sky explodes with
one last hurrah
sending hints skyward
of tomorrow’s morning

Fine

Nothing to do 
all is done
now to rest
watch the sun
soon the moon
will quietly shine
and the day
itself was fine

So

It’s when 
and then
that where
becomes here
and should
becomes could
and then
quietly would
and still
it will
that’s until