Must be a Parrot
October 16, 2006I stand against the balustrade
to face the salt-winds of torment,
and whisper questions oft unsaid
to be carried to distant lands.
“Where do the colors go,
when the sunset fades away?”
and I hear an echo: “when fade away”
“When dolphin chase the flickering moon,
why do I watch in longing?”
echo’s refrain: “chase in longing”
“When twilight hush meets laughing waves,
why do I cherish thee ever more?”
echo: “hush the waves of cherish”
“When I can sense every soul nearby.
but cannot find myself at all –
why do I stare at the endless sea?”
echo ever: “endless ever near”
papa faucon
I hear the echo from across the distant sea
and know the wanderers will return
and find a happy shore. Fran