And wings I had all the way
The skies were always open
The clutter waiting to be cleared
And fetters meant to be broken
The stars always shone upon me
The turbulent rivers on the underside
The madness on a platter of dust
It’s dancing shadow in my mind
And I looked up for omens from angels
And dreamt of greens and greys
Of a spring time in my saddle
In the fleeting moments of the day
And no tiny pearl of wisdom
Poured down the mighty sky
Under the bristling winter leaves
It seemed an endless flight
Till I ran into a mirror
Saw a reflection of my thoughts
And I returned to the child I once was
For then I knew what I had lost
