You are not lost, you just refuse to be found.

Sometimes
I catch myself looking for you in the sky
Painting your name in the clouds with my mind
Searching for your face amid swarms of birds
Hearing the echoes of your soft-spoken words
As if silence were truly a meaningless thing
For your voice is within the birds that sing
So sweetly upon the autumn breeze
Your song always finding its way to me
For just a brief moment, before taking aim
And soaring away into winter’s domain.

@luvthyclassics

[Taffy]

Wonderful. On the one hand, it looks so peaceful and tranquil to be in the field and watching birds. On the other, it could be a scene out of the Hitchcock movies and very ominous with all those birds!

[Netkonnexion]

Nice one. Interesting verse. Cool.

[kali]

this has been a great theme, really brought out some great work, sorry for your loss

[brianarmoured]

nice edit...love the words

[Simply Amanda]

What a wonderful, yet haunting image.

[Bill Fenske]

@luvthyclassics Great editing Jesse. Did you write the poem? the image is serene, but the text gives it a desolate feel.

[Jesse Hurler]

@bill_fe hi Bill, I did indeed write the poem. Thanks for your comment!!

[Jesse Hurler]

@taffy @netkonnexion @kali66 @brianarmoured @amandal
THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE!

[Mike Gifford]

Nicely composed and great words to go along with image!

[Wendy Bowden]

Fabulous

[☠northy]

wonderfully evocative

[Meg]

This is fantastic! I always love your accompanying poems and thoughts. They complete the story so well. Beautiful!