Wings

Floating, then sinking in a wave.
Falling on the back of Forever.
Wings stretched to that circle of time.
Feathers pricked up by oozy sun.

Gliding on the breath of Fate
I am not separate from the wind.
It tugs and pulls; I tug and pull.
Any direction is mine; Every direction is mine

         -And-

It's not just a part of the world below,
It's the WHOLE world that is beneath me when I fly.
And it's only right that I'm above.
It's only right -

But, I'm not above;
I'm looking through Man's rusty arms and hoping,
Wishing there was a place where no man's ever thought to cage a bird.