Flight Paths

This is the parting time, for daughter, father The moment flights are called and father leaves. This ends the time that they will spend together. The moment flights are called and father leaves. He strokes her face, his lips press on her brow She frowns a little, for a moment, grieves This ends the time that they will spend together Their short goodbyes speak of abandonment Outside grey clouds are tipping down their rain He strokes her face, his lips press on her brow She curls her toes, inside her sandals, tightening He is her sunshine. She’s his little lark Outside grey clouds are tipping down their rain Suddenly they’re marooned, the day seems stark A desolation that they have no words for He is her sunshine. She’s his little lark Together they have made a memory store This is the parting time for daughter, father A desolation that they have no words for This ends the time that they will spend together