fairthers

Lost in re-birth of our dream-bounded whispers,

Behold your winged-horse braced in pegmatite skies,

Found in the myrrh of smoke-lined embraces,

Feather-heart arrows breathe in silver-shined lies,

Lost for all hope should Icarus dare twisters,

Deceived of myself when despair herded nigh,

Asunder the shattering lines that be faces,

Come baby dream, wax that endless sky-wire.