My memory’s blurred, but I’m somewhat sure
that tonight you said words that traveled like birds,
across the air and along the skyline,
as I took some swigs and dragged on cigs,
and blew out rings that travel with wings,
and your birds start to talk to mine.
they say they love, their times above,
because when they land, there are no hands,
for them to hold.
In flight they fight for the rights,
to both of our hearts and art.
knowing both aren’t gold
using paper planes and made up names,
hearts on sleeves and make believe
we express something we can’t contain.
There’s an intimacy that you can’t see,
and i had to expect, what i couldn’t collect,
I express something I can’t obtain.
Messengers get shot, and I did not
know what to do, so i flew to you
with a message from the inside
bullets did fly, and i did die,
by the window, you’ll never know,
the message lost by the seaside
