The echoes are calling me again.
As this place empties and things go here and there
the echoes resonate longer
and I grow more anxious,
a bit older,
more curious of my place in tomorrow.

It’s sad going away again. 
Knowing there will be no return is delicate.
But the spirit of the west winds
whispers my name and
                                 I must go.

Shoving off will be quick and silent,
drifting away in the darkness
leaving the tears for the others - if they choose,
for I believe we really never part.

It’s not easy.
It never has been.
But from the quiet flight comes the goodness,
the adjuvant struggles will serve my awakening well
and beyond the night awaits another beginning.

I will forget no one.
This you should know.
Blessings – each of you.

It is not your fault.
It is mine because I cannot 
                              escape the whisper.

My heart leads again and I must follow.
You will all be with me forever,
God will see this through.

No need for ‘goodbyes’ as
I hold our memories like a newborn in my arms,
giving me strength and smiles,
helping me trail through another virgin passage.

And should ever we gather again
you will have never been away…