It lives in my chest,
this ancient feeling

The hum in my throat

And the way that you wrote
My name next to yours

Means a lifetime of going,
can turn into slowing
And the difference is showing,
between hoping and knowing,
between dying and growing

Written before by
old ghosts in robes
They knew what it was
it drew them up to the clouds

It came to me one night
and I too took flight