Trees Have No Use For Wings:

[strangeclouds]

Fade toward the sky
If only I was.
But these colored hands,
never leave anything-
but fingerprints.
They stain...
the coldness and perfection of your glass,
But still-
you shine.
And you say,
that you want me to see,
but you are so black- my eyes so wide-
yet still...I am blind.
I am but the grass, below you.
Sweeping your fingers through my hair...
I but whisper back
but still- so silent.
Dying and becoming anew- from past lives, all the way to sky-
but never growing up to the clouds....
Never- even seeing them.
You sit on my branches with deepest condolence,
But- fly,
little bird...
trees have no use for wings.