LOOK AND LISTEN:

Shy away from grander things and shutter every world

Graceful flight from perch to swing, a stone for every pearl

If I could quell my aching

These stolen breaths are taking

And find myself again



From this vantage, winding on

Through valleys and the pass

Rivers treading deeply through

Their reach exceeds my grasp



From out upon my perching

I felt my self escaping

Out into the world I've left alone

Until the moment comes



When I felt like I could stand on my own

Mending straightened wings, threadbare and sewn

To my heart these strings did pull

Away from the weary throne



Glowing embers keep this fire

An ever-lasting lamp

Feather-white, come morning light

The grass left cold and damp

And leaving all temptation, beneath my winged elation

Out into the world I've left alone

And now the morning comes



When I felt like I could stand on my own

Mending straightened wings, threadbare and sewn

To my heart these strings did pull

Away from the weary throne



Take my hand, let's fly away

'Til morning comes to light



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Image as a collaboration between a musician friend and I.