playing with the bird
voices
from another source
yours
or more to clysian thoughts
feathers to be taken
saken howlings
and their bows
the grace to touch
more velvet
into galaxies
a cage of dreams
to hold
more gold
in centuries
touch their demons' wings
whilst an angel sings
more bodies
and
into
more
than
paradise

it's in her eyes
and I guess
that's no surprise