feathers

i could fly up in the air,
holding onto your hand
but oh great one
how i must let go

drifting, things are out of place
chaotic and unstable
and nothing that i wanted it to be

my throat burns,
as i gasp for air
and i grasp blindly for something solid

my old bones, they shake
my youthful vitality has faded
i dont know where im going
and it's safer this way

i can not stop
and im falling
im falling and calling for the great winged beast
of myth
to fall back in time
and never give me wings

useless things
uncontrollable
glorious
and in my hands
they are wax
as i fly too close to the sun

and i find myself
falling
freer than i have ever known
with wicked chains of fear trailing
me

and as i hit the glossy surface
upon a bed of down
i hear the cries echoing from all around
and its glorious as i stand
as i brush off the sand
and rise like ashes
soaring, attempting, again and again

as the unknown decorates my soul,
i am free and beautiful
and the world is left, drowning in feathers
shed like tears
that i can not cry
it is left
far far behind.

~brittany
12-30-10
((..written as a whim and bidden by my dreams and suggested my mike saxer to actually put into creation. im not sure about it but we'll see...))