Eyes are windows left open.
The empty sky calls my name
Standing with reality on the precipice.
Yearning to leap, to see if flight is something
Something that my soul can achieve tonight.
Perhaps it's not the wings that must be earned.
Maybe the muscles need the cocoon to develop.

My virtue is tenacity tempered by impatience.
My sin is rage tempered by humility.
My song is the crisp bite of cool winters morning.
My heart is the hearth fire that welcomes you home.

Never learned to juggle.
requires a fluid stillness and grace
Too many objects in motion to remain at rest.
My hands tremble with strain at lesser tasks.
It shouldn't be too much longer.
Love is like Telomerase,
Eternity is only forever.
A series of mornings and evenings,
evening and mourning.
Mono-no-aware.

I'm not scared of the dark, just the loss of control.
Living is about accepting that things change.
If I became a butterfly, would you rip out my wings?