Sonnet #6: A Farewell
Jim January 12th, 2010
And if I were to let my feelings show
The very act would be somehow unjust.
That tie that binds you is a tie of love,
To loose, would be to shatter bonds of trust.
I could not bear the thought that I demand
Your gift, insisting that you love betray,
Or grasp the kestrel tightly in the hand
To watch her flutter, die, or fly away.
So let the morning sun-shot feathers shudder.
Remove the thong that lightly holds the wind
And rustle wings of first light’s streaking fire,
And in this moment’s ending we begin.
I know not where you’ll fly, or if you will
But where you fly, my love flies with you still.