Ashed wings

That black dust you see were my wings,

ashed now into the grey covering this place.

A happy place of sadness existed for me once,

a person I sought to see waited here.

Ash for me, is a symbol of grief,

my wings failed to reach my precious person,

my love could not protect this special someone.

Thus in this place my ashed wings lay for eternity,

sparkling like the grey stardust in heaven.

I tell a story of loving sadness,

of failure and compassion that never met each other.

Descended and cast away my wings,

failed and broken I sing in this place,

reaching out to my loss.

Eternally hoping with burned wings.

- Yuki (16.05.09)