To my dreams, I inquired
to what heights do you aspire?
To where do you fly?
With which gusts will you soar?

Yet all that replied,
the winds, perhaps of a sigh.
Wasting not seconds more,
they leapt from that nest,
perched high, but just below the rest.

They took flight,
within moments beyond sight.
I shouted and cried -
but these questions, these doubts,
more than skies they are vast!
Just a word I desire and I'll leave them to pass.

Settled, the sounds of silence around my feet.
Empty and voiceless, a resounding defeat.
And so knowing I, and my wandering eye,
there are but two paths I have now to take.
One to follow, of mind sound, that gently awaits,
The other to fly,
awry, miles high.

And without a thought at my feet,
nor a glance just behind,
I spread forth my wings and stopped trusting my eyes.
The air filled my lungs and the clouds seized my soul,
embracing at last, what it feels to be whole.