the movement

there's a
red sparrow
flying under
secret stars,
caged by
nothing but
her freedom.

she rides
high
along the
backbone
of the wind
and dances
through
a silent,
restless sky.

in flight,
she finds
diamonds
on the tops
of trees
and stretches
the marrow
of the moon
at twilight.

at dawn,
i will
lay down
seeds
of infatuation
to catch
a glimpse
of the wings
that will
one day
take me
home.