by Klaus Floeren
(Canada QC Otterlake )
The once glowing fire of my life
Dying can be so glorious.
Life turning in to ashes. I feel the last
flicker of your dying love.
Your gentle voice, begging me,
let me go to be free.
I need to breath the morning dew.
You are free,
as free as a hummingbird, my love.
The hummingbirds need feeding.