Lucid

Ramblings of a punch drunk

Whistling and wallowing

Your name can barely break

The bubble; this barrier

Your touch is hard to shake

And I lie whilst I lie next to you

In this bed of fallacies

And all things untrue

Once again my dress you undo

Speak of me; confide unto me

Strange pretty bird

Tell me your swallows secrets

Of the foul things you do

Forget me in your darkest night of flight

For we aviators hold no thoughts of long

Only our direction from whence we came

But nothing of the light once tamed.

I'll swear to you my new

All the things I once saw subdue

I'll hand over to you, my organs of flight

For my heart knows it's right

And break these things,

These wings that once shamed me

Flightless and sightless 

Elucidated once more.