A LONELY WING
by
Jack Forge

fog is freezing on the trees
the moon draws blood with the ebbing tide
insipid air surrounds me
the vacuum left since you died
pictures
words and memories
fade from mind
as the sun descends beyond the invisible sea
only music carries me from day to day
like a lonely wing
upon a warm and soothing wind
melody sets me free
it's the melody I sing