Where are we when the world is falling, darling (tell me with your wings) and where is it you're flying? This is where we were born to be, you and me to carry you from flight to freedom - I'll say it: I'm willing to change
In these days, we are kings- changing shapes against horizons, fueling triumphs with our failures, nesting birds we haven't flown in ages, but our frames can bear the weight
I live in the white light and you, the shadowed silhouette of branches, it's not news to me, but I believe if mirrors can reflect the sun then I'll fill the forest floor with sparkling confetti and I'll light you from beneath