Farewell My Bird Poem by Peacoke Indian

In my weary heart dwells a lament, that,
a tale I would share with you flowers.
In the heart of my heart I weaved a nest,
for the lovely creature of spring sky,
a sanctuary, a sacred dwelling to love.
But now, flown away, leaving no trace.
Spring hasnt meaning in its deprivation.
An emptiness, haunting me, offten so hard.
A bittersweet memo of love, that didn't last.
I'll bid farewell those birds of yesteryear.