Moving on

Bird's song lured me into a cathedral forest
And I left all behind
Worries and cares, discarded, leave a trail for loved ones to find
Should they seek me, they'll never reach me,
I've found refugee in a sanctuary 
Let them let their love letters in bottle,
Changing and moving with the water
The messages pass me by and by
The last one came and went without word
Unopened, yet I know how it read
Goodbye