For Lau's prompt contest.
Sky glows silver
And fuschia, dappled
With moonlit clouds
The stars are
Dancing.
Oh, the happy
Memories are long
Gone.
Under the sky
And the stars,
A small cygnet
Dreams about her
Family.
Oh, the happy
Memories are long
Gone.
They are long-lost
And long gone,
Never to return
From one fateful
Day.
Oh, the happy
Memories are long
Gone.
She does not
Know her mother
And father’s souls
Have joined the
Stars.
Oh, the happy
Memories are long
Gone.
Time flies as
She waits patiently
Waiting for the
family that doesn't
exist.
Oh, the happy
Memories are long
Gone.
She's curled in
The warm gray-green
Moss of her
Nest, growing hungry,
Frail.
Oh, the happy
Memories are long
Gone.
She hears her
Mother’s song, tastes
Sweet fruit, but
They’re illusions of
Happiness.
Oh, the happy
Memories are long
Gone.
Each night, she
Grows even sicker
Her soft feathers
Are wisps, body
Weightless.
Oh, the happy
Memories are long
Gone.
The stars call
Her; she answers,
Rising high, translucent
Wings beating the
Sky.
Oh, the happy
Memories are long
Gone.
And on earth,
There is only
A tiny bird
In a nest,
Unbreathing.
Oh, the happy
Memories are long
Gone.