Flightless

Through the open panes I ponder
a nightingale lost in flight
singing to me a soulful song

Her beak barely quivers but her sound
it resonates deep
waiting for me to gain my wings

But I am flightless
even my thoughts are capped
in a bottled-up breeze

I long to feel again
freedom amongst a pristine sky

Come into my window
and help me float away
if only through waning eyes

Release these chains
that restrict and restrain
holding me back
make me relative again

Be the pull to my push
and in such a time
in such a florid  time
these wings will flap once more