tell her

if i could tell her what i know
scrape up a bit of powder and tell her it's fairy dust
would she believe, would i believe again
and in what? in sorrow, in pain
they are all we know
all we have known
in your absence

and i struggle to make sense of it all
where i am now, the road ribboning out toward the horizon
where am i headed and when will the hawk dancing in the sky
ask me to join him

and when will i fly
when will i fly