To be a bird.

shooting down like a fallen star

" poor broken little bird "

losing flight feather by feather

and I cry in fearful trills

of unknown eyes and forced wills

forget me, for I want to forget you

those eyes demanding songs of joy

perfection in the midst of agony

so i sing i sing i sing and i cry

for the yearning light and the endless sky.

(inspired by "i know why the caged bird sings"-Maya Angelou)