You can hear the wings
Of a restless heart -
Beat, beat
Beating against
Its resistance.
There are no fae-like fluttering dreams
For those whose
Imagination never sleeps,
But a weighted emerald bird,
With a sharp beak;
Of a restless heart -
Beat, beat
Beating against
Its resistance.
There are no fae-like fluttering dreams
For those whose
Imagination never sleeps,
But a weighted emerald bird,
With a sharp beak;
Always waiting on something
In this slow world -
In this slow world -
A heavy hope, creation
Hovering
In a ball of energy
Beating until
You can see
Her.
LJ Ireton 2023
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