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