Stars peer as unblinking observers fastened to the night sky
The forests sleeping world slips away from the prying eyes
I stretch for the ethereal world with my broken wings
but lay earthbound amongst a sea of deposed kings
One freestanding Ipe's crown stretches towards the waning moon
the trunk luring me towards the peaceful open blooms
Turning from the celestial, I see my galaxy
Forget-me-not flowers curl lovingly around the roots of the tree
I pull on my mask and flutter to rest
Where blue-morpho lay beneath the pink blossoms to nest
Though I rest, I do not sleep
believing in other galaxies
These shattered wings
These barred kings
When will they reach the minstrel's strings?