Maya I hear the caged birds sing <br />Now, one on my window sill <br />And one in me, composing, singing, <br />pouring his tears on this song. <br /> <br />Poetry has lost another of its author! <br />And its whole world shall pause <br />to say sweet prayers and our <br />bland good-byes, bitter sorrows. <br /> <br />Farewell Maya! <br />I see you spread your wings <br />Of radiance, of light, of hope <br />Gently floating up the ceiling <br />I’ve never seen before <br /> <br />Your verses, your thoughts, <br />Your dreams for the world <br />Are like these holy feathers <br />Pulled by gravity towards the earth <br /> <br />Resting in every heart <br />Every soul you have touched <br />I, may not be as close to you as any kin, <br />Not your lover nor your friend, <br /> <br />But to me you are! <br />Let me look up one last time <br />and may this song reach you there <br />In a world stretching far beyond here <br /> <br />Maya, farewell!<br /><br />Cristone Benavente<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-song-for-maya/
