The wings are broken, and useless.
Your so familiar freedom is gone...forever...

I feel the ice beneath my feet,
all cold, and solid, and biting...

She flys so low.
She's almost part of the earth...

I dialed your phone,
the other day...

There are times when everything
feels like it never changed...

I am bound. My desire is my cage. Gilded,
it is not, but the mask I wear is pure...

The hands move across
the face of the clock...

I have pictures of you.
Here, and there, and everywhere...

Whispers
Whispers...

The sweat of my hands is cold.
My eyes are dry, and hurt...

I remember yesterday. With you.
It was a good day, because you smiled for me...

Do you ever think back
to the days of young...