Goodbye

And she flees from here
to some unknown realms
hoping to hear the echo
of her own laughter
in some other dreams
with the eyes asking
is it possible to go back
to the cocoon
And if someone worries
say: cant stay any more
with the wings, colors fading.
Will remember the blessing
of flying and resting
in the sight of the precious
And she flees from here
along with the delicious
melodies of S. Bechet
to God knows where
maybe upper street
maybe far-off Tibet


http://radioblogclub.com/open/429/sidney_bechet/Sidney_Bechet_-_Si_tu_vois_ma_mere