Words of the birds

Still; I watch...

As the light sweeps the water's edge like a search light,

exposing those that might escape my watchful eye.

 

And the clouds slowly pass, as the rain subsides,

now ripples become lost, and reveal all they hide,

 

Patients now lulls to sleep, the peacefully unaware,

who knew just a bit too late, that I was always there.

 

Lost

Done