They will not know us with our feathers aflame. They will say we might have been their children but could not be sure in the smoke; And the foreign tongue and alien songs we sing give us the air of beings apart-- therefore to be feared or pitied. With bitterness they call us Angels, feathered beings; How was it love so transformed our walk our gaze...? We walked thru walls, saw great deserts of tranquility-- or so they were certain! But we saw nothing but our love a transcendent thing breathed the same air winged our way into the same blind canyons tried over and over again the same failed escape routes. Yet always, if there was a difference, it was in the very air around us electric, expectant, lifting us from the fire And in the end that was it, wasn't it? We escaped the fire. They hated us for that. When you're in hell everything you see is burning... In a dream I see us soaring past moons at midnight the constancy of our love lifting us to stars.Birth sign: Capricorn
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