I saw him there alone
Eyes darkened and drained
as if all of the sweet wine
had been replaced with dark black coffee.

I had not known that it had been
Three years since his wings were replaced
with short ladders that had a way
of building him up, and breaking him down.

"The skyline looks different from down here"
I rise up and make us coffee,
Sugar and cream in both,
But this is not enough

His designs are not yet discovered
And his buildings are crumbling down
But he is down there and I am up here
a  wingless plane attached to a bird with rainbow feathers.