I would miss my cat
providing me wit a silent chat.
The wind that kissed my face
that cleared the way from a difficult place.
The trees that silently spoke
a presence always felt
friendships never broke.
The birds that sing nature's voice
space depleted not their choice.
Settling on land without earth's permission
allowed to stand.
To drink tea in a fashionable way
to tell the story that passed away.
To hear the church bells ringing
red wine talking or was it singing.
A beautiful girls face
to disturb the race
equal to pace.
An undetermined time to say goodbye
a hollow place of rest
new neighbors already at rest.
A strangers glance
a late forgotten dance.
A timely guest
a spirit to quest.