The Bird - SYML, Sasha

Covered in dust

The wings of my porcelain dove

They don’t trouble the waters my love

Frozen in time

Fragile to touch

She melts like the words on my tongue

The goddess of heavenly love

Fades out of sight

All your stars are in view

I get lost loving you (Flame)

Dark was the night

Her shape burned a void in my eyes

It was black but so violently bright

Like the birth of a sun

So I cried out

But my voice could not be heard aloud

For held here safe in my mouth

The bird was done

All your stars are in view

I get lost loving you