I Wish You Love

Bounty's Wings

My grief has wings, wings and a hood.
Sometimes, it slips over my eyes.
When water falls under it, no one sees.
Grief could be me, could be me.

I scream a question into an empty cave,
No one is there, there is no answer.
Sometimes, I sit by the water, and time floats by.
Other times, the water floods and I am so cold.

When you have wings, it's easy to fly away.
It's so easy to fly from here.
Look at my eyes, look closely.
They haven't moved, remember.

Grief from my action stays with me, it's mine.
Grief from another flies on its own, harassing.
This grief I must bargain and plead with,
To come down, to leave me alone.

I mean to churn it into something new,
But how can I when it flies and I think of you?
I mean to take it in and exhale it as wisdom,
But when I see it fly, I am overcome.

My grief has wings, wings and a hood.
How can you walk forward when all you see is behind you?
Message sent but not received.
What on earth will convince me?