One day she turned where there was no bend in the concrete
Skipping in bare feet
It looked triumphant, but it was retreat
Far far back to the days before poetry
And gaudy words for all to see
She skipped into a past where she could keep it all in
Afraid to mutter a word
Not wanting to burden the wind
So she built herself a rocket out of satin and tears
She'll be orbiting Earth for the rest of her years

Born beautiful, dies the same
She's too free to be bound by the shackles of time
She follows the sunshine
She's too ambiguous to have a name
And she'll certainly never ask for mine
****! There she goes with the wind
Leaving me with nothing but a melancholy grin

You don't see the forest or the trees
You wallow in your own image  
without any reflection
To catch a glimpse risks rejection
I thought you were just short-sighted
You also lack peripheral vision
Luckily history is less one-sided
And even less forgiving

I still cling for life
To what died by my own hands
Dreams reduced to sand

Shivering maples
Paint the heavens shades of grim
Wistful is the wind

Rub elbows with the Moon
Run free as weeds in October
Race to what makes your heart bloom
Rise from the ash, and simply fly over