The bird that couldn't fly
Was hoping to connect
The stars up in the sky
To finally crack the code
Where all the secrets hide
Behind the constellations
In the star-lit galaxy at night

She threw her little messaged question
Into the wine-less bottle
And up to the bunny on the moon
The inscrutable one can read the tricks
That the magician to us humans do

Deep within his hat
We endure within the rabbits fur
Hoping for a way out
But to go where
We remain unsure
Sailing through the tides
Until we finally reach the shore

In between our dreams
We reach for carnal desires
Someone who has a match
To light these cold hearts on fire
To burn away the freeze
That caused this to conspire

So we transcript the dialogue
Of our stolen ambiguous memories
Turning them into our own thrills,
Paintbrushes and pens

The hand, though feeble-minded
Is the fine-crafted key
Claiming to ourselves
This is what we really need
An already colored-on
And scribbled-out canvas
To repaint ourselves forever
A notion we call eternity

Maddened by a melody of echos
Of the intangible words
Our tongue-ties wish to speak
Achieve the figure eight
We solemnly wish to keep
The desire to  never let go
Of the things that we've set free

A way to make amends
With the voices in our heads
A trail of broken languages
Written in ash and braille
What was it that was said
Which words have pulled the strings
That attach your heart to your head?