Ill Wind

Blow it away,

the ill wind.

Don’t let it in.

Blow it away,

then close up the gaps.

But then..

what about the gentle breeze?

That should have space

to enter.

And will we know

which one is blowing

when we feel

the first touch.

Sometimes it’s hard to tell.

Blow it away,

the ill wind.

Don’t let it in.

But if there’s a sweet breath

within it

that should have space

to enter

and there’s only one way in.

for both.

Let Me Fly

Let me fly.

I’ll spread my feathers

and wait 

for the lift,

wait for lift off,

wait for the moment

when I am above

you all.

Let me fly.

Some parts may be broken

but not all.

I raise my wings

high

and spread my tail

I’m buzzing now,

expectant

so believe in me

and I’ll fly

away.