In this solid state
Tripping on my tongue
Like it’s ten feet long
My arms, fingers, muscles
All this useless heavy
Mass
It tethers me
To gravity
But the edges of
The heavens
Beckon me
The wispy sunrise
With its threads that
Promise warmth
A purple sunset
Cooling the tempers
Of the honey bees
Inside my soul
The moon
Singing its silver song
If I could claw away
This skin
Free myself
To float with my fairy kin
Above the trees
Into the clouds
But I can’t
Even with the magic
Of your breath
Beneath my wings