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