Up from the river and over the hills fluttering soft through the shadows of night, soaring aloft on a moonbeam of light, the Nightbirds take flight - Over the mudplains and river-rock rills, singing a song of the wide open skies, leaving behind all the wherefores and whys - the Nightbirds arise... Springing from silt where the searchers search still, past mourners weeping on wild river's shore, to ones that wait for a knock on the door... the Nightbirds shall soar Home again, home where the Heart always wills, Spirits aflight with a song in the night; "Farewell", sing the Nightbirds, "Farewell and Goodnight-" winging their way to City of Light... the Nightbirds take flight
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That is a beautiful poem!
The sorrow is palpable, but the beauty of hope is ever present. This is a lovely requiem, Rebecca.