FIND HER WINGS
     

[Slow, methodical].

She was alone
She was asleep
Deep in the woods
Down in the deep
She had forgotten just what she was
Lost but hope flickers
Flickers because
Folded tightly, under the leaves
Hiding quietly, under the eaves
Shivering slightly, somebody sings
One day she will
Find her wings

Weighed down with lead
Weighed down with dreams
Prayers go unanswered
Echoes of screams
What sort of magic blocks out the moon
Dark but tide pulses
Pulses inside
Mane is fiery, under the mud
Winter is passing, look at each bud
Hold your breath now tiny things
Until she can
Find her wings

Blue eyes open
What is that sound
Someone coming
Coming around
Shining a light now into the dark
Holding a hand out
Out to help
He will win her, win her trust
Heal her bruises, wash her of dust
Feathers unfurling, rainbow to black
Now she invites him to climb on her back
Learning to fly, losing her rings
Helps him help her
Find her wings




© David Lowe 2003