Nightdreaming

One step more is what takes her to fly.

When her thoughts started to wander 

beyond the ground

her eyes contained all the stars.

Hunting hopes with a broken cage,

turning around to spreading her wings

she just had a move to do, 

and everything would be lighter.

The vault promised her a home

the fallen feathers are the price.

The vertigo has died in her throat

as soon as the last remaining fear

has lost the rope to grab.