Birds long for the sun (part 2)
I swan dive in; the air is thin
as the cold envelops me.
The waves enjoy their broken toy
where I cannot freely breath
as I stare, my smile fades, unseeing, blind in waves; but
you gently fly, on clouds you lie
waiting face in false charades.
And I know, I know that I’m blinded from your raucous rays
“Please, please, just receive me this timeâ?
Your shine is stained invisibly
from tainted light called fate.
You don’t liberate, your power’s true.
I try, and strive: resist for you.
To the flippant, mocking sky:
renounce your earthly ties.
“please, please, accept me this one timeâ?
Can I wish back to the tallest spire
and perch for you to admire?
I can no longer pursue this surreal ruse.
The waves cannot slake their desire.
Yet I fly, I fly, to the place that you require
“please, please, don’t give up on me this timeâ?
My frozen smile reveals a fear
and my eyes are crystal clear.
As your smile fades, your debts repaid.
Yes, you silently obey.