Your song

The call brings back the sight
and in spite of what you say
these are insipid gains

Remnants of want and fear
of togetherness after shreds
of the dawn melted perpetuity
down the drain

The light that kindled the
wisp of dark greed
asking for perfection
within humble needs

Taking to hermitage
a basket full of deed

Rebellion, this soul
couldn't find its creed

Broken tales, rattled
shells and some salt
Tired wings, now set free
attuned to earthly gore

Pain of love is not in belonging
or unbelonging
but in the want
of never needing anymore...