she slides on the grass like a broken doll

and i wonder where the snow all went

cracked porcelain, she looked to fall

into the vast abyss of love long spent

the birds built her a home that eve

twigs and forgotten pieces of cloth

she wished fervently for wings—(naïve…)

wipe the wings of a fluttering moth,

gather the dust and fly you might.

we forgot the simple pleasures of playground toys

the wind in our hair as we swung the swings

of run and catch, of girls vs boys

such childish things,

it seems, it seems

fate broke her heart, she said

i need to fly before i go…

cold be gone, i want no snow to bed

my broken soul when comes the crow,

so let me smile and let me feel

what love has left me in its flight

only then can my pain be real

so let me soar my soul tonight.