Wings

Where the river meets the sand

Meet the sea and the sky

I created a tribute with my grounded extremities

To all Godly creatures that fly

I rested on jagged rock beside smooth stream

To launch my consciousness into the flight of 3rd eye

Oh why, universe, does my time only travel in dream?

It seems that eternity may go by

Before I get my chance to lie

Next to the he, for whom I'd clip my wings,

Next to the he, for whom I'd cease flight and die