A bird watches the sky for a while
Then every flight she turns to the trees
She takes a breath and turns again to the sky
While she traces the ***** of the gentle breeze

She swims in the sunshine but waits for her fall
She feels the breeze but leaves at around ten
Then, she listens closely for the sound of stars
Yet the night has shivered too often

It takes all her worth to fly to her escape
She might but she is chained by her fears
She waits for another world to open its cityscapes
What would it be like to leave after all these years?

I hope to see, her walk against the breeze one day
As the leaves fall and circle to hit the streets
She circles the orange trees tonight in a sway
She doesn't see me but I am glad to see she is free

There’s something inside me
That lives on without you
There’s something about the moon
That tells me, we’ll meet again too

The stars pale in the distance
Hail emerges and the night listens
As soon as the sun comes out
My wait will end

The blue ceiling is on fire
Hail is scarce at this time of the year
Dust over desire
Time is lost to the tears, I won't lie

The trees whiten under the pale moon
The rising dawn is awaiting its turn
I too wait
As skies take me from my feet, illuminating me

Seasons change and time is endless
With these wings, I will circle the trees
The wait continues
For once I look at the night as it does at me

As the rising morning sun
shines its immaculate rays
on a field of sunflowers
these flowers , they awaken
from their nocturnal slumber
and ever so slowly
they spread their petals
and gaze upon the Sun

For in the Sun
they found an eternal source
of life , hope and warmth
And just like the Sun
will my soul tirelessly
shine upon hers forever
giving life , love and warmth
to this Sunflower , deeply rooted
within the crevices of my heart

You are the sea.
You are cruel.
You are cold.
And I love you.

All your tears are fresh in my mind
Yet, I wait for every clear morning
Wrestling the desolate storm without hope
Hearing closely for sight of some longing

I remember when we watched the rain
A rogue wind hit us and we were the same
But every rush of the waves drew us further apart
We tried to justify the isolation because help never came

What can signal some change of heart
The sun and Earth are quite estranged
We are birds of the sky worn by the gusts
We're enduring the storm's eye in August

It's October, I listen to the beat of the heart
We have seen worse times in the past
Moving ahead from our last, first to last
To start a fire, you have to light a spark