Sister wakes me up to watch the sun rise.
I braid her hair.
We spend the day chasing daydreams through our field of innocence,
far from the oceans of longing.

I (should) dare not stray
the direction my wings are pulled.
I am only a human, though.
My guilty conscience stays home to babysit.

Father visits and asks where I've been.
I lie and when he's gone, I leave again.
The things worth keeping are the hardest to find.
I can never return to Sister's field now that I have found much more than I was looking for.