From the Hatbox
©ESR 2001

Standing at the edge I listen
I feel the calling to where I belong
It is within my grasp on the other side of space
Knowing that I cannot be there crumbles me
None of my friends truly know
even though they see, they ignore
I am alone out here
running a never-ending tunnel
the light always one step too far
I fall on my knees in despair
I can’t contain the pain of being excommunicate

Warm hands cradle me
I relax hearing the musical voice
she whispers and traces my neck with her feathers
I’m the only one to hear her speak no words
my heart knows the translation
I open my eyes and I am alone
but her warmth clings to me
I see a familiar float on the airy waves.