"Taking Wing (poem)" by Kate "Silverfish" Jennings

By Alda's gate where the willows weep
And the grey waters flowing
Brush the brink where the white stones sleep -
They are going, going, going.

By Lara's arch where the sparrows cry
Like shrill grey ghosts grieving
Beneath the clouds and the lowering sky -
They are leaving, leaving, leaving.

As the sun departs in the bitter north
From the season of cruel weather,
As the light departs from the fading sky
They are leaving us forever.

Autumn will come, and winter stay,
We'll never see the spring.
Green summers when we and the earth were strong
Are left in remembering.

On our children's children a star may rise
To tell of light's returning.
Our hopes are vanished before our eyes
Like smoke of bright leaves burning.

By Alda's gate where the willows weep
And the grey waters flowing
Brush the brink where the white stones sleep -
They are going, going, going.