Sleep starling, the moonshine felled you,
Place your bitter wing at ease,
Turned tail and falling out of view,
He's sliding gently on the breeze.
A leaf that whimpers, Loathe to follow,
But, slowly it begins its quest,
His rumpling brothers, all in a row,
Follow on with hopes to nest.
Love has taken wing in me,
My flight to fail, but more to grow,
And let her wings be clipped and free,
Or know more than I can ever know.