Mr.

by Klaus Floeren
(Canada QC Otterlake )

Hummingbird

The once glowing fire of my life
extinguished.
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.