The last song

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I was flying

in the clouds,

adrift

directionless

off track

a lost soul

in the vast eternity

fighting

the sturdy winds

trying to tear  me down

my frail wounded  wings

craving

for a hearth  to perch

I was almost falling

when you came forth

with an open heart

extending  your arms

You took me in

I nested

I rested

I felt warm

you nursed

my wounded wings

suckled me

back to health again

and
I reclaimed myself

I have regained my health now

I can sing my songs anew

I must go now

I must return

to the clouds

on the yonder horizon

to be flying again

high and low

though

the unfriendly clouds

may cast me away

the winds may

tear me down again

yet I must

set forth my flight

For I do not belong here

This is not my place

My place is elsewhere

I hope you understand