I buried my dreams in that scorched and betraying sky
My wings were once cradled there
But the wax and feathers melted upon my back
And dropped me into the deadly flow of the sea
And now I wander beneath the haunting heat
My boiling skin, blown with sultriness,
dreads the sun.
I no longer desire it
I have become as frail as the moon
Stumbling by the shore, drowsy in the night
Let them think I drowned
I am a possession of darkness now
The feathers are sticky down my hot back
And the sun molded my body into a gargoyle’s
With charred limbs, my face bent and churned
All of the strange people stare as I gather candles in my burned arms
A starfish falls from my shorn pocket
And their laughter cuts like the sun in my ears
I shelter myself in the solitude of the beach
Rebuilding my wings, the porcelain moon my company
I will float there, to the soft paleness and loneliness
To be stained in eternal shadows
Pulling the ocean with me