A matter of time
A granted taken away
Will eventually provoke
Your feathers

A heart that would
Do as yours wouldn’t
Is made
And cover blown

Swim away you will
Pursuer
Or crack you Stubbornest
Shred my heart in the square

When in flight I notice
The actual 
White-winged clouds 
I’ll ask nothing of them

On the day
That hopes 
For my quiet well-wishing
(I feel its onset)

Look
See 
I am human and grant it now
I wish you peace

Shout to you I do
Darkness posing
As promise
As light

I waiver 
In my flesh
And often steal
Bravado

But I’ve wings too
On lifetime loan to me
By The One
To Whom I am Consecrated