Dense, I desire lightness. Weightless, the weight of the world. Bent by my longing for wings I forget my ability to walk.
Seeing the sadness of a river I want the sadness of the sea. Feeling the earth move beneath me I want the stillness of the stars.
In the light of morning I dream of darkness. In the dearth of winter I speak of spring. Immutable as a shadow on the ocean I choose silence when I should sing.