Reaching for Sunlight

As long as I have cognition, my tears will flow of the sorrow, and the missing inside her soul. The bird will sing as long as she will listen, even when she's not there, even as the soft water glistens. Singing of love, beckoning for love; a tree where you may rest. You will see the view; please bring your nest Let go your grasp, spread your wings and fall; flying will be natural, as love cannot thrall.     background & poem by Gary Hodges

"Reaching for Sunlight" by Duncan Long [I added the bird]