This bird I fly has a mortal soul
This time I ride without you
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.