Hold still
You're exactly where I need you to be,
in among the wings.
The moon can rise but they won't fly home.
Some might try, but they're too old.
They used to come and go in waves,
apropos of nothing I could base my resolution on,
although a hole would appear
like a jigsaw puzzle in a mirror.
I tried a thousand different forms but until yours, not one fit quite right.
Far and wide,
any bird I've ever heard of is here,
interlocked and wove.
They fold around and they frame you right,
just like some Escher might draw.
They used to come in go in waves,
apropos of nothing but a chain of numbers on a page
I lost a long time ago in the maelstrom, oh, it's how it goes.
I tried a thousand different forms but until yours nothing fit quite right.
When it rains it pours, but all that comes down are feathers,
and if you jump off that cliff, you'll only gonna land in feathers,
and if you walk out that door, your body'll turn into feathers,
I tried it all once before, and it changed me forever.
So don't change on me,
don't change on me now
