we fly to a space where we think
we can have everything;
we dream so high,
we can no longer carry our wings
as we reach the treasures
we dearly adore:
we have exhausted
the last breath of joy
there are no permanent things,
life we keep today will be surrendered tomorrow,
we fly now to all good trees, tomorrow - we shall rest
in a nest covered with grasses,
dried and dead
just fly
from one leaf
to another.
Source: FB/12 May 2014
