Do you still fly by my window
When the wind blows?
I can’t quite hear you and I can’t yet see,
But, I know you’re there;
I know you come.
I know you run in the morning sun;
You prance and you dance;
And you shout and sing—
Spirits of childhood?
Angels with wings?
Or, are you memories that mock me
Of what is no more—
Demons of glee who tap at my door, taunt me,
Then hide, to laugh at my finding
Nothing there?
Or, are you a part of me–
Forever young, longing
To play in the Autumn sun,
A part of me forever free,
Forever strong and lovely,
Forever one with you?
Ah, Yes! I see you now!
Shimmering wings—
Full of Light! Laughter!
Joy Unending!
I know you, my Dear Companions!
Come! Take my hand;
Carry me to that Promised Land!