In the dark I wait on a single limb,
in a stagnant pool on a faithless whim,
while yonder peeks a golden orb,
from behind a veil so dark and grim,
timid smirks this leaping child,
climbing nimble upon the wild
abyss of fleeting, ending night,
and turns to warm this lake defiled.
As light invades my rippling home,
and runs upon the heavenly dome,
I find myself here not alone
as soon as sight does justly roam.
On the lake of black, a lake fandango,
Awakening tides of endless flamingo,
and as the dawn has finally come,
the sun has bled the gold to yellow.
With every moment this splendid sun,
warms the frozen, one by one,
and every wing that yawns so pink,
Harkens, our endless wait is done.
The lake must envy our color too,
for every ripple steals it through,
now our feet must stand in awe,
the hue of life has turned a’new,
as if the vines of bougainvillea,
creep the walls they never knew,
then bleed some while as scarlet scilla,
and stain them thus as where they grew.
Though, I must complain I do not feel,
the convalescence of the thawing peal,
my wings are numb, my wings are numb,
despair has eloquently turned so real.
Just as hope had etched a mark,
a ray of light in a day so dark,
came rushing in the vengeful flight
of phantoms hopeless, aimless, stark.
My faded ones are fading still,
the thirsty lake has had its fill,
the mirror is now more alive
than those that ripple in its will,
and have they traded thrills today?
or have they vowed to make a play?
shall the water stand in dismay,
and watch the faded ones fly away?
Their plumage pale and white as mine,
and below the lake, the pinkest wine,
their burdens drunk too much to fly,
and they themselves now stand in line.
Any moment now they shall be no more
among the tepid floating memories sore,
I shall be left standing as if I were,
the burden to my conscience paramour.
With a numbing sound, and a flash of wings,
the flock has left for the fiery ring,
the mighty orb witness in the sky,
and I the flightless bird, me and I.
Fly away until your spirits are done,
I would join you too if I had begun,
but sans my will, I have to sing,
Fly away you restless ones, you hopeful ones, you faded ones.