Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!

of this cold light of day, no change have i.
mornings rosy cheeks, compare not with thy clear light.
had lunacy loosened my waxen heart,
let singed feathers tip down grace full of paradise?
there, where our other future is now,
words fall free on ticker-tape,
set light my moon through rain n' night.

~mrEunoia