Elegy (Poetry)

06th August 2017
Do not look for him
in busy city streets
they hold no lure for any ghost
and do not search among commuters
for reflections of his face
or sift the echoes for his voice
but in some soft grey evening
find him drifting down through clouds
of snow and longing
where a flock of silver birds
trill his songs in chorus
and keep alive such faith
in the mystery of words