I fly by night
from window to window
perching
just beyond thresholds
protected by glass
so breakable
yet so impenetrable
like eyes
unblinking
but firm in the beliefs felt behind them…


… And I dare not shatter a single serendipitous shard
so not to wake
from dreams
hearts still unfettered
reliant upon love
rather than feathers
to aid them in flight…


…And I urge with words mouthed but not spoken
to panes unopened:
“Tell again,
bleakly and oh so meekly
of the life we’ve built towards ruin”

For builders not were we to be
human hands
no different
whether clasping in prayer
or grasping through air… for flight

And so I fly by night...lost

And like stars burning to go home
In a night sky remaining still
I
With wings spread
Land upon each and every splintered or cemented sill
Searching
For a somethingnothingsomewherenowhere
Once the feathers molt