Truly Gone
I am like a child's lost balloon,
I fly free to where ever the wind whispers.
I am like the cool breeze on a hot summers' day,
Sweet and waking.
I am like the moon,
Slowly seeping away until I'm gone.
I am like the moon,
Gone, but not truly gone.
I am like the hawk,
Leaving places never to return.
I am the footsteps that will remain,
Leaving a mark on history.
Forever.
Gone,
But not truly gone
