Frozen wings

  The spirit is heavy, said she
  my arms are cold
  my feet are weary
  I might lie down to rest
  and never awake,
  I feel like Sam McGhee
  promise to cremate me
  I want to not feel cold
  when I meet my maker
  Promise me, my love

  Well, she seemed so low, he thought
  that I couldn't say No
  then she said with a moan
  "It ain't being dead,
  its the awful dread of other's judgments
  that hurts and pains!
  so I want you to swear,
  that foul or fair
  you'll dance with me
  in the rain"

  Like the fallen leaves
  dance in the cold wind?
  like the sky on autumn silvered trees?
  asks him, with a shy grin
  Rustling in their golden coats
  Pink hues swishing
  barely touching the ground
  flying high and gently falling
  slipping the surly bonds of earth
  losing the vitality
  becoming dry and brittle
  left mercilessly to the wind
  losing the anchor of the tree
  why have you let me go, says the leaf
  what have I done?

  Replied the wind, It isn't the tree
  that let you go
  it was I that embraced you
  and took you for myself
  to take you heights
  to free you
  from things that bind
  to show you the clouds
  to flutter around mountains
  are my wings strong? ask I
  Together, we are, said the wind

  Baby, step off the nest
  you will never know
  how strong you are till you let go
  I won't let you fall on the rocks
  I will be the wind beneath your wings
  and the billow in your sail
  your guiding star and set you up
  with dead reckoning
  in your right path
  Trust in me
  and fly free
  your future awaits...


-SF and RD (A collaboration)