INNER WINGS 

By Saskia Davis © 1981

 

Inner wings,

beating softly,

beckon me.

I have to go.

 

My full presence

is demanded

where this body

cannot come.

 

Oh!

But it’s such short notice!

I have farewells to say,

loose ends to tie.

So much remains unsaid!

How can I say “good bye”?

 

Inner wings

beat softly,

but urgently,

beckon me

insistently.

 

I have to go

I have to go.

 

I might have told you

we must forgive each other.

Now, I see

there’s nothing to forgive.

 

I might have said

that we must love

each other more.

Now, I see the love

was always there,

underlying all we shared

and all that we withheld.

 

Inner wings beat softly now

to bear me on my way.

It hurts to leave you,

especially so abruptly.

It’s hard to let you go.

But those wings,

still beating soft within me,

insist I must not stay.

 

And, so, my dear,

I leave you now.

And, as I go,

the rhythm of those wings

whispers this reminder softly:

 

“The love that binds us

one to another,

also sets us free.

 

The love that binds us

one to another

also sets us free.

 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               Saskia Davis