EVA- Gone by Lou Crabtree

Gone

by Lou V. Crabtree

A morning sun passing
behind a cloud.
Rose petals falling earthward.
A limb left swaying
from a birds song.
Fires of the candle flower
burned
to white residue.
The smoke tree returning smoke
to God.
The bird of paradise gone.
Oh, bird of paradise do you transport souls?
A cicada
rubbing its legs _
a warning
of God's Law of Change

Gone _ Gone.
In God's law of change
Leaving,
footsteps behind
shadows beckoning
fingers moving curtains
a voice out of doves
among pine trees
young ones in dream play
a button unearthed
under a drain pipe.

Recognition, Realization
not understanding
and comprehension.
Acceptance reneged
to repudiation
in the ever _
never lost
loneliness _ for one.

Gone _ Gone.