This Bird I Fly Has a Mortal Soul

This bird I fly has a mortal soul

This time I ride without you

without whole

Moreover nonsense strides in with waiting arms

A lift, a break, method without arms.

Nevertheless we rode before we flew

extravaganzas riding before you.

danger harkens a flame, at dusk, a light.

but once again it flickered once at night.

envy wrote, a spell she put on you.

a bookmark, a page turned,

writing once withdrew.

Yes forever once I find

dusk before graceful skies

and wondered what again brought pain

to those two eyes.

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