It's Every Thing Poem by Cee Bea

Only human
shown in white
searching onward towards the light.
Far from seldom shown daylight dreams
Its every thing but...
How it seems

I search the wreckage, along the row's
watch for signals I should know
I Knew that on a windy day
you would turn round then look away
taking flight across the golden field
Your silence just another shield
against the grains, the grains of truth
caught within my hearts deluge

while I just see the blue of sky
and shameless shadows of good-bye