I swear these birds do not fly on wing
The sky is heavy
Undiluted gravity
Unbecoming gravitas
A party in the sky
Persona non grata
And what becomes?
Theatre where the stars won't act
The comedy of tragedy
Lives uncompelling melodrama
A panorama
Forgetting the hope
Of kaleidoscopes
I know these birds will not sing
Spring has come and gone
Now the underbelly dreamers
Are left to whither with fault
Sweltering festering heat
Summer suns to burn our skin
And leave us only wishing that we could be cold again
That the leaves should shrink and fade
And all the trees are dead
These songbirds of a winter ending
I held such hope aloft
And saw a symbol in their flight
I saw love inside a light
A beauteous sight
But even glorious wings
Fade from my eyes
In solemn nights