there's a strange symmetry to the words we speak,
because i see the twinkling waves your mouth has formed.
yes, i'd be your albatross if you let me
but not to weigh you down.

no, let me show you where i sleep
among the stars and thinning air.
you see, i'm tired of flying alone
or with birds too weak to follow,
but i've spotted you sailing thrice beneath me,
and the shake of your scent still stings my senses.

and though my beak just wants to speak quite clearly
"hello, young maiden, care to join me?"
my tongue only fumbles and sings my song.
listen, listen, can't you hear it?



then i awoke.
cold and alone,
with the sheets still wrapped 'round me.
oh, where had i been?
only moments ago
i could've sworn i was out to sea

but what of my dreams?
so vivid and sleek,
yet intangible to the core.
more bitter than sweet,
still stumbling through sleep,
i can't help but think that i've seen this before

in the back of my mind
lies an albatross dead,
adrift in the ocean's spray.
just a memory told
to no one at all,
before it quietly slipped away.

i feel it slipping away.