free your wings

your eyes turn to honey in the sunlight

count your days. it is so easy to lose time, we know all too well how easy.

dissapear as they approach, the trees and shadows hide you from their cold eyes. they do not deserve to glimpse your beauty

teach me how to fly again, i’ve forgotten what the wind feels like

dance in a clearing in moonlight, drunk on the stars

no matter how far you reach, how close you step, you will not be able to touch me. we are not of the same

learn to understand what the wind whispers and what the birds sing. you have forgotten the language of the old, the language of your people.

there are little people hiding under the leaves on the forest ground, within tree trunks, and up in the canopy. try to find them, they are waiting for you.

go mad under the stars to the wild music

heed the wild call, leave behind this mundanity and return to your people