time beyond mist and scrolling clouds
the blue sky inhaling day and
spreading wide for the night as the
energy ebbs from our little
toil and the brief flow of bright days
recalls the faces and touches 
and songs and pictures and endless
love of those who tenderly held
you like a bird fallen from a 
deep green tree a dark quiet tree

(Words and images Copyright 2015© by Michael Kallstrom) 

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