A tiny bird, I've found a nest
A simple place where I can rest
Before I move on, as I always do
As my own Nature forces me to.
I cannot tell how much I'd prayed
That things as they were could've stayed.
That from a nest I didn't Fly
To new ones that caught my eye.
In one nest I'd had friends.
In others, more, but till life ends
I'll never stop or go back;
Flying doesn't work like that.
But I didn't leave and take flight
In anger or wrath, as I might
I didn't go for want of more
But because moving is my nature.
I know that, somewhen, somewhere
I'll stop and I'll be staying there.
But now I leave, I'm innocent
Of anger, wrath, ill intent.
Simply to flight like...a bird's
Hoping--how difficult these words--
That though I fly from this domain
I will someday come back again.
As I fly and think and plan,
I realize not I'm but food to man
And soon someday I'll be yet less
A feather quill or pecked carcass
As more of my kind look on
Then lift their heads and carry on.
But when I alighted here, for a moment or two,
I felt something calming emanate from you
I cannot say why I stayed, or even what it was you did
That made me stop when I turned away,
And see the door that you had closed against the rain,
Unaware that if you hadn't, I would have come back in.
But it rained an ungodly slew.
As it was I stared at it, for a time
Unaware myself of your eyes on me from the window,
Hoping so hard it would open of its own accord-
But it didn't.
Wood and wings don't fathom rue.
So I turned again a brave head to the land
And stood as the wayfarer
The ambitious wayfarer
That I am told I am.
'Twas time I left you.
When told to walk, my legs disobeyed
I crumpled to the floor painfully dismayed
Amazed that I had been overcome
By the emotions I had shunned.
So steel hearts are true?
Rain fell on my head
For the next hour or so
Strange, you had no visitor then
No visitor
To watch my tears flow.
Cold, alone, with flu.
But I tore my love and the mud
When I rose again to leave;
When the roses rose to check me
I had the will to break free.
Did that...sadden you, too?
I will come back, I know, someday
I will come back, somewhen, some way
If love clips wings then clip them
If wings are weights discard them
I care not whether you...
Be there, when I return.
My master, whom I love
Magician of the Tower,
Beloved Toryu.
Be there, when I return, for so
I will do.
Should a breeze breathe beneath a sleeve
The cloth that loves its charge
Will fold about and wrap around
And close, if sufficiently large
If ice shrouds Aphelion
Let that ice melt upon your sleeve
While sugar warms against pain
Let salt turn ice to rain.
Go, for your heart's succour
This house bears no roses
My lap no door
Fare well, wayfarer.
Return, or I shall never live;
No life is this, this stone cottage
This cage of aged walls
This library, that only calls
One name.
Return, for emotions still
Run deep, and will until
Evermore.