If I had wings

I could taste the sky

And brush clouds from my feathers.

If I had wings I could reach

The moon

And gather stardust in a velvet bag.

If I had wings

I could soar away from my dreams

Because i would finally be real.

If I had wings

I could run away

To the wind and drown my thoughts

In the noise.

If I had wings the world would be a cloudy marble

That I

Could tuck safely into my pocket.

If I had wings I could hide from everyone

Without being pulled away

From the safety of shadows.

But wings are a dream that live in the back of skull,

Fed on scraps of happiness and hope

And locked up with rusty chains.