I hear your calls or are they pleas?
Meet me at the Oatmeal Cloud
It’s time to share a cup of tea
Or make your latte, as you choose.
Your star flickers, a dim shadow
Don’t waver with your projects
Your unending desire for change
The time has come to leave
I await you as I promised
Arms wide, a cartoon hug
Ready to embrace your remains
I promise to be more gentle
More storms will come
A rainbow or two
Why stay when I’m up here?
Who holds you tethered?
My answer is simple
Hope is a gift of the living
I’ll stay till the young one’s sing
Voices strong to the Heavens
Youth, my tulips of spring
Lying in wait, to blossom
With new energy
I’ll rise in my own good time.
