Whether or not I shall be forgotten
is of no importance to me,
but I want my words
to conquer the realms of time
and forever live on someone's lips
or through someone's thoughts.
I hope to enforce them with
everlasting light,
so they can serve as a beacon
in other's benighted worlds.

I'd never thought I would wake up
and my first thought wouldn't be you.
But I had tottered
and I had fallen
with your face before my eyes
for far too long.
On my way up,
I could not recognize it anymore
and mornings no longer
knew of your existence.

Don't leave me wondering,
crushed by question marks,
wildly searching for answers.
Don't clothe me with doubts
and strip me of certainty.
Should you go,
attack me with reasons first,
until I'm cut open,
so I can avoid
the depths of wonder.

Were I to chase the light,
I could never turn back,
not to darkness,
not to shadow,
not to any breath left untaken.
There is no end,
there is no limit.
There are only whispers
lighting flames into my head.
I might never reach it,
but every fallen star
has its own everlasting presence.

I let my  hair bow to the slow wind of hope;
I let my words fall like auburn leaves on paper;
I let my soul dare to believe
in life,
in serenity,
midst universal death.
I took the plunge
I fell head first
ready to graze harsh concrete,
but I rose.
My flight has just begun.

Coming down to earth was never an option,
when stars are winking,
urging me to them.
Don't worry,
I shan't ever look down in longing,
for I have only just taken off.
Now the time must surely be
for rising.

I'm counting down to madness,
I'm counting down to being still,
I'm collecting drops of sadness;
they crawl within
and make me ill.

I'm living on a prayer,
having never known God,
I'm reaching out for heaven,
when burning fire's all I've had.

So I caress my pitch black wings,
patiently gazing at the sky,
while being poked with sticks and twigs
attached to hands of people
that think demons shall never fly.