I’m not angry. I’m still

Trying to figure out. Where to go from here

The crow’s call beckons me 

onwards

But I always wait before I chase

The endless sky

And gentle thunder

clash like two candles

Finding their way in the dark

I don’t know how I can tell you 

That I was never here to stare at the moon

But rather I lived in the symphony

Of a time gone by

Of far, far, away