no matter how she screamed to remain
she couldn’t stay the same
day still came
and i began to change
she had feathers, they were of the blackest blue
dripping with the lake of womb
but her eyes, her eyes, they were darker still
and dripped with the water’s doom
quill by quill, her wings fell away
‘fore her feathers ever saw the sun
over are the days of flight
before they’ve begun
as each moment shifts to new shapes
she tries to recapture the same one
but it slips...
crystal pure her words flowed when she spoke of love
words of change deep shadows made
and her eyes, her eyes became deeper still
things always change, else they fade
quill by quill, her wings fell away
‘fore her feathers ever saw the sun
over are the days of flight
before they’ve begun
as each moment shifts to new shapes
she tries to recapture the same one
but it slips...
no matter how she screamed to remain
she couldn’t stay the same
day still came
and i began to change
no matter how she wept to remain
she couldn’t stay the same
day still came
and i began to change