NO HARD FEELINGS





Take leave of this place
With a sense of grace
And tread cautiously
My friend

Time for you to race
Away from my face
Into another land
Here's my hand
Applauding thunderously

As a storm rolls in
Ideas shining in a flash
Lightning fast in a clasp
Hands collide in a shaking
Of beliefs that fly in the wind
To carry your body
Where you heart
Has long since been

As my hand waves goodbye
Awaiting your need
Should it arise

May your journeys be safe
And your innermost sing again
To the tunes of your beloved
In your heart's new homeland
~





DBrown Fisher
© July 2002

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