When we are young we are like airy spirits Smooth and lean and lithe, strong in limb and hope Earth, water, air, and fire sustain our flights Beyond all time, beyond the weight of substance dull
But with age, even the stars grow heavy and dim The orders four of all created things Burden our love with distances and walls Pulling us down, wrecking our happy dreams
I cannot run to you, I cannot fly And yet I know youβre here, in my poor mindβs eye