Nestled in so tight, flights of

fancy will alight.

Mesmerized with flashes, dreams

escape through an open window. She is out

there flying

with her paper wings.

Trying, trying to remember what it was

like, with the air brushing up against her.

Love kept her light,

now she is hidden away in a tiny box.

Fixated and slow,

she moves with might.

Trying, trying to remember what it was

like, with the air brushing up against her.

Cloudless sea of air expands,

she lands, she lands.

I tell her, but she doesn’t listen,

I’ll miss you, you sweet

thing.


© Ms.Fire, 2013