Why do I feel warmth in your wake?
Why does your darkness make my fingers
glow as I reach for your hand on the pavement?
Is it because you finally found your peace?
Or maybe that your courage was too strong
to completely fade so you linger here with me?
May I hide under the shade of your wing?
I won’t let the feathers touch the ground.
I promise never to leave you;
I will always look toward that gleam in the sky.