The birds cry as their strength dies! It is still.
Still. Their wings bleed as they scream down and fall!
I stay there. Their cries sound far from my soul
I am still. Numb. They renew in hot zeal,
Flying high with light wings flaming in dreams
I am apart. Static. Now bare and small
Lonely on earth, as they all rise and sing
Fires of far dreams that shrink me as I fall
Plunging in screams of black! Alone and starved
That in darkness I take night wings and rise
High and free in dark dreams that I soar far
Up and above light flames! And feel them cry
When my dreams rise. Light commands night to drown!
The wings freeze. The world heats. Still. I fall down.
