close your eyes because
you don't need them to see
the world and know it's coloured
grey white and blue

it's etched into your pupils

face turned skywards
your neck's protesting but it's not
complaining loud enough yet


spread your arms like wings
your fingertips have become pinions


for a moment, for a breath
escaping through open lips
feel your heartbeat lurch


the reason it's never enough
is the same reason we are
all waiting for the day to come
when we can fly for real

we're waiting for the angel feathers