Slice the silk sky,
Could these flocks still fluently fly?
And yet they're doomed to die
From our own fluorescent sighs.
Still by and by,
We all create our own cause to cry,
Slivers of silver sadness
Fleeting for flavors of fellowed madness.
Do deities determine our days,
Or is freedom figured to fade?
It seems sorrow is truly made
From our feathers clipped in haze,
Where wisdom weeps in worry,
And bygones are bled out in a hurry.
Love the light in my dark midst,
Heed this heart with a last kiss.
Forever can forever be
The lit signal to guide to me.
Down comes the rain of love divine,
Sweet to the touch, with a sour smell of pine.
Sigh.
Let your bones quiver with the wind.