The Leaving

The Leaving
Christopher Bogart



There is a sadness certain in the leaving.

In the falling,
Sad flight begins
As slow, mournful drift

Down.


It is there
I sit
on cold, damp ground


Below.


I speak
in somber distant sounds,

While through the bright
And leaving drift

I sift
Through sad stories
of the deaths
of petty princes
and of dying kings.