Sunday, October 7, 2007
i watch you through this claw-shaped hole,
wondering where you've taken my soul,
transported it to this beautiful pace,
ever caught in your pure grace.
i watch you through this metal trap,
watch passing butterfly wings clap,
watch birds as they float and soar,
wishing I could widen it a bit more.
i pull at the edges, try to get through.
i watch you behind this hard wall,
afraid you might falter, and fall.
i watch you and wonder, wish for what i lack,
except that my wings are inscribed on my back.
i want them to sprout, leaves from my spine.
to fly to you, you always be mine.