Crested Bird

crested bird
over the dusty city
just a song
one more song

to tell me of
your peace

before you
take leave
to the sky

and become

a speck lost
over the sun

while i am left
with the memory
of your wisdom
an echo
a cry
a lament
a melody
which says
too soon

the day has ended

and we are no closer

to the mirror

from which we came