Clipped wings
You spoke with lightning
Inside my thimble heart
And I was a wily-winded boy
Treaded on those far-reached stairs
I painted you
Beyond this ephemeral horizon
You blinked memories into me
I breathed oceans into you
To spread my veins
Upon your cheeks
So we would be one
And my soul gave out
From too much thanks giving
But you are my pocket owl
Giving birth to my stars
The points leads me to sinews
Awakened by our dead
Who thrush flower beds
To prophecy in mine ear
It was a genesis
Coming to life of butterflies
And birds of solemn tune
To give you wings
That were much too deserving
And yet I clip mine own
'cause I still bleed with skeletons
And my pain sinks into the earth
For what is buried
Is not easily mine, anymore
So I sing as a raven
With a nipped lung
And stumble along the tundra
Hoping to recover my star
