A gentle note rings across damp soil;
the sun yawns distant with orange hues.
Sparrow wings spread like uncoiled wants,
left to the caprices of the wind.
A beat, they brush the naked blue,
across the pristine white of looming clouds;
golden light flickers between them,
the day has come alight.
The sparrow vanished in a sea of cloud and light,
lost in the blue yonder.
Unravel by the morning
Add weight to breathing
The Sun is near me
Until you come back
Then all will be fine.
The dawn cuts me
Sun is up in flames
I rise to life yet again
The World is spinning
Why do we still care?