I am you, your Wing-swept Bird,
That Melancholy Dream
Perched on your
Windowsill,
Ready to
Go.
Take
My Light-Feathered
Song
And bring me back with a
Kiss
Of a Gentle Dream we had
Up
In the Air That Rests
Silent.
Take
Me away,
Dancer, and
Sing of Me, My
Lullabies that let Go—
With a sigh—My heart.