Flight

flit linnet flit
when the wearisome path bearer looks toward death
and every smile within, is a searing deluge
whilst a point of light becomes desperation
whisper a laughter only to me and
let me be

flit linnet flit
closer - the blackening stars weep for
a lonesome sky ,
all the heroes of yesterday sung in silence
should I leave now or look for their fading light
wandering inside myself

flit linnet flit
when the silence tires of itself
and existence becomes quarrelsome
raise a wing a tiny bit, a symphony be
and bear a new breeze
also a sweet nothing for my soul