Krishnamurti

Aware you wept upon your wings
To curse a flight that made the rains drown the height you called home

The ground was safe under a watchful king
You ever want disgrace before the mind you called your own?

You left each lullaby to sing itself to sleep
I never heard my voice becoming mean

And of our earthly things given to their own means
I never raised an open hand to hear you scream

You left your legs entwined to climb above forbidden skies
Arrived silently before the night
And at greater feat you drank each star within your reach
Awake to find the sun in your sight

When last the light and heat had melted off your broken beak
You cried, "Oh why?"

Saved from uncertain fall you clang upon a branch you hugged
In fright, Oh why?

But when its gaze is not mistaken for its rays
You will not climb around the clock until its time comes today

Comes today
Comes today