Poem #4

Flying by the May sky
just seems to grow
warmer, warmer, brighter, brighter
when I finally had the
strength to let go.

All my feelings flew away
on a cold current out to sea
further, further, lesser, lesser
and the remains sank
slow to the ocean deep

That was me
down in the waves
cold, cold, remorse, remorse
but it is summer time
and years gone by have taught me
I have a choice.

2013 (c) Summer Fenwick