Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Lena flew.
Maybe it had been her way of changing, altering, after dragon rides through the skies – planting the form in her mind, pulsing within dreams, scaling heights without a semblance of fear –
Spreading wings and feathers made of rosy hues and grey twists, turning so brilliantly and blindingly in her haste to instinctually cling to the sentiments around her. A breath unfurled and then another, and she could have chased the horizons if the world let her, thriving of her own accord, exhilarating –
And then she heard it. That call for help, measured only in Attuned bombardments. It might’ve looked very silly, her form stilling in mid-air for a moment, before descending immediately. Where are you? she answered in return, never one to ignore someone in need.
Maybe it had been her way of changing, altering, after dragon rides through the skies – planting the form in her mind, pulsing within dreams, scaling heights without a semblance of fear –
Spreading wings and feathers made of rosy hues and grey twists, turning so brilliantly and blindingly in her haste to instinctually cling to the sentiments around her. A breath unfurled and then another, and she could have chased the horizons if the world let her, thriving of her own accord, exhilarating –
And then she heard it. That call for help, measured only in Attuned bombardments. It might’ve looked very silly, her form stilling in mid-air for a moment, before descending immediately. Where are you? she answered in return, never one to ignore someone in need.
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
