By: Crimson Fae
When I look above the clouds sometimes and see the hawk that takes his flight, the handsome being sweeping over and soaring above all boundaries and ties. I wonder…could I be free? Could I be that hawk?
The black assailing feathers that flex to its desire while slicing through complying sheets of wind that releases his soul, then I see that I too can fly but never like you.
My arms are spread yet I do not ride on clusters of softness…I ride on an aura of power
You can flail boundlessly and forever if you please
I can't…
I envy you…your potent claws that penetrate and are yours when you are born
My only surge of protection and security is through endless training and false lies I tell myself.
What do you think?
Can I ever fly like you?
Empty of all worries and all except for my victim?
I desire to be like you…forget my identity and become a work of art by nature's beauty hands.
So one day if I can fly through the sky like you
That day I will soar with my soul
But until then…I'll settle with my power surge
In burdens of my world I stay
On the ground for you
Then be free like the hawk that roams
Forever and a day