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The trees, they sway,

Move to and fro,

My mind does much the same.

What once I wanted,

Then soon needed,

Now don’t feel I even knew.

I run through rivers,

Swim though skies,

In search of what my heart longs for.

Smiles spread from my mouth,

Like the waters flowing from the sea.

But like all things in quantity,

They soon run out in me.

But still I fly, lips now relaxed,

And see you in the sun.

The brightest light,

And warmest love,

I feel for you, but then feel none.

No matter how I feel or don’t,

I know how much I care.

I want you as mine,

For my heart you have smote

Now I begin to fall from the air.

Faster and faster, I fall to the ground,

The minute becomes larger in view.

I roll back so that I

Can look back at the sky,

And get my last glances of you.

I hear rushing of wind,

Then nothing at all,

And at once I am slammed to the ground.

But pain I don’t feel,

For my love so abounds

That my other emotions went dead.

My dying gaze

Is fixed on your face,

As my lids twitter, the sputter, then close.

I fall once again,

In then end of my days,

And am falling through empty black space.

I feel at my shoulders to feel your last warmth,

And feel that wings I have grown.

Covered with feather black as the dark

In which I am falling into,

I spread them and flap them,

Shoot up to the fading light,

And try to fly back up to you.

Your light moves away,

Night takes over the day,

And I know that you feel not for me.

I reach up for my wings,

Dark wretched things,

A rip them off of my back.

Then I stop moving up, then pause,

Then fall.

I answer the shadow void’s beckoning call.

Again and at last, I can feel my tear flowing,

Feeling has come back to me.

I claw at the sky and its gray and white clouds,

That stand out on its colorless sea.

I do not slow down, now start falling faster,

Like quicksand of sorrow, puling me down.

At last I don’t struggle,

At last I recede

From my revolt against oncoming doom.

I cover my eyes,

Shield them both from the skies,

Let myself become engulfed in the gloom.

Falling still even though I now sleep,

While praying it’s all just a dream.

My eyes open up and find in still falling,

And again they both start to weep.

I wipe them away,

Ashamed by my tears,

But unable to stop them from flowing.

And again at my shoulder,

I feel those black boulders,

Of bone, flesh, and feather.

Again I start flying,

This time without crying,

And soon break free of the dark.

I speed up to they sky,

Then once again try

To reach you and find you

And love you.

My heart it now pounds,

I’ve never, this, felt

And I fly for the sun

And see your bright face does no harm.

I open my soul, fly into your beams,

And am burnt away to ash in your arms.

Here I am happy, flowing about

On the wind that your gentle lips blow.

And happy am I, that I can feel happy,

And that my emotions I can now show.

I love you.