Sans Souci

I remember blue, and when
The birds begin their slow ascension,
Blue will be the colour of their sky.

Hope is like this, rising
When all answers are denied.

I remember wishing for
The sound of many sparrows,
Joined in confirmation of
The certainty of joy.

Can you hear their voices?
They are never gone forever;
They are with us in our dreams.

One day we will join them
And begin the grand migration,
Taking care to leave our cares behind.

©2016 Michael Fraley

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