The dust of halfway whispered words
Gathers in my chest
Building up with gusty throws
Of light to live and lest
I ever think to keep them in
The flames, redoubled high,
Beat pacing pulse to set the march
Of colours 'cross the sky
So feathers jostle windy breath
As wave and moon dance free
With tidal force and leaping swell
That dive and swoop with glee
And I must race to plume the wing
To loft to branches far
That when at last they fly my heart
They'll paint with song and star