wildcat

Carried by the songbird’s wings 

Through forests bright, caverns dim, 

Flying in the wild wind.  

Tears have been shed and goodbyes have been said 

And the light is leaving from your eyes. 

Spring, my dearest, where are you?

I've been waiting for so long, yet still I'm caught in Winter's grasp, and I'm ready for something new

First came the ballgowns and the beheadings.

Six wives of Henry the eighth, and divorce or death were brought upon all but one...

If love was a garden, I’d let it grow wild

Because what use is love that’s tamed?

There, the honeybees would be the messengers, passing letters of sweet nothings from the sun to the flower’s soft buds

Carefree Honeybee, 

Don’t you see the hope you’ve given me?

I’ve climbed up and up and up but the end seems never closer, and I’m reaching reaching reaching for a dream that’s never there.

In the First Light, I am stepping out into rays of golden sunlight, and I am floating through air that is buoyant with the songbird's melodies