Ah, ah

They rise at dawn with wings outspread

Carrying pieces of what I’ve said

Their flight arcs far, past mind’s thin line

Returning with maps of thought’s design

One carries thought through currents high

The other keeps the past nearby

Will they return or drift away?

Will they be lost, not able to find their way?

Far they glide, past the edge of reason

Will they find a way back through the seasons?

Will they come back to me?

Or will they be lost in infinity?

Wings of the mind,

Don’t leave me blind

Their path runs deep across the sky

A tethered line I can’t untie

Are they trapped in storms, feathers torn apart?

Or do they fear returning to my heart?

If my memory fails, what am I?

A mindless body under the sky

Will thought return, or drift away?

Will they find their way back someday?

Will they come back to me?

Or will they be lost in infinity?

Wings of the mind,

Don’t leave me blind!

Will they come back to me?

Or be lost in infinity?

Wings of the mind,

Don’t leave me blind!