The face I hide

flying high,

hurting deep

a loud sigh.

 

Sounds of the sea

the turmoil in me,

fighting to see

I must take my leave.

 

The trees in the heat

the planes that take off

I love to take watch

they leave peacefully.

 

Gold leaves and skies

a wolf mourns from far,

some distance I feel

we both feel at war.