Under thin moonlight currents I become a bird,
And sail from stream to stream.
Sea foam stars light my way to the tree in the clouds,
Where my thoughts are ever free.
They fly up to the planets that rotate above,
On wings of afterglow.
Frail spiderweb filters choose which will fall back,
To Earth who hangs below.
I search for the portal carved into the trunk,
Wings pounding as my heart.
But just as before, there isn't a door,
And my theory falls apart.
So I ride waves of birchbark and try just to smile,
One can't smile with a beak.
Perch next to an owl on stardust covered branch,
And find out I can't speak.
While I wait there I try and I let out a sigh,
Which comes out as a wail.
It startles me so I fall to Earth below,
Forgetting how to sail.
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