Still I Search The Skies

As my eyes search so far into the horizon
          so slow does the sun climb as I hear the
                   silence broken only by the birds...
         My own silent sigh of missing you makes
             seeing the beauty of dawn so unclear.

         Tears of salt touch my dry lips as I fail to
                answer what I keep asking myself...
          Why did you have to take that final sleep
          when this breaking heart needed you here.

          So long have I sat here by my open window
                         little bird in the cherry tree cries ...
          Did another little bird tell you there were no
                                                            goodbye's...
          The sunset now appears so sombre, afraid to
                                           leave me alone tonight...
           Big old moon weeps in silence, she sees me
                                                 friend ...I'll be alright.

                Bobby Ferguson 01/07/2014.