Little birds have been chirping
So I booked a flat in walking distance
of the swallows’ room

The sky is yet to come alive,
and I plan to sketch it once I have arrived

“Icarus has a sister” they whisper

and I know caution should be had; I also know that every birds who sings under the sun offers beauty to the world

“the heat melts what is soft” they murmur

And I know it thaws, chemistry and physics are not lost on me; I also know that melting iron does not mean it isn’t strong

(Little birds have been singing, calling the children of Daedalus to melt their iron hearts and receive the seventh wave)