Thou art eager to take flight my little friend. Abscond to find some shofter shores. The air is thin here and I am starving for it. I gasp in silence and do observance to your play. My mind off to lead you to safety. As the sun sets, the cold crawls into my bones. Your laughter, the firewood that heats my heart. I cannot bear to see you leave. Yet, I fain have you stay. One more day one more night with you. Here and then I will set you free. My nightingale, why don't you go. Why stay here with my old wretched self. The doors are open for you. You are free to go, and yet, you stay.
I am at a loss for you. Your embalming presence changes my soul day by day, as I receive some shimmers of hope and faint drops of light. You are the light, and kept some for me to see.
