wings.

And listening to music, I preen my feathers and smell the breeze.
It’s time to take wing again, a little older again and where I am is not changing.
I’ll fly at dusk, as the vermilion slowly becomes muted by the coming night.

For the time being I’ll look around a little more, tasting and speaking.
It has been a comfortable nest, and I guess a bit of nostalgia will settle after I fly.
hold some thoughts to keep me warm in my evening flight.

And shake sleep off, I havent been up there for years,
I foretold some loss of innocence, and it has come to pass.
the times I mistook it for growing old, when it was innocence fading.

For now I'll listen and lipsync with some of my old songs and wait;
wait for the passing of days as the rains have come again.
couldn't have wished for a better time. I can feel the wind again.