for Dad. Safe travels
three ravens had flown
called by the thinning breeze
up to where the spirits come
to see if he was waiting there
he will be coming they said
walking through old pastured lands
lain fallow now for many years
with withered roots and flowers laid bare
and when he comes
we will watch him pass
the purest self through an open heart
and blend beyond into endless air
paulhp poetry 