Goodbye

I am the dove that perches at your window as you sleep.
I am his gentle flutter and silent coos, I am the wind that
guides his weakened wings to ground and the air that
he sours upon.

I am the wakened glimpse in frosted more, and the bleach
to the ground; winter's child forever more. I am the
fern tree with roots confound. I am the soil that replenishes
rose's thirst. I am at the axis of spinning Earth.

Find me in the soft sun's glow, that gently simmers
forever more within your heart; I am the heat that pulses
through your veins on days cold and dark. I am the love
you spill with flowing pen.

I am the lungs that pump your breath and the follicles
that rest between. And yet I am the life you rip apart with the saw's
gleam. I am the tree that falls into hunger's lap, to be polished
and sanded and sold cut flat.

Goodbye.