Carry my heart

I listen to the wind, to the scrape of branches on the window, to the low hum of airplanes, to the murmur of motors passing by in a cloud-gray, bright sky. I watch the rustle of leaves, their petals rushing and rippling into waves of green. This moment unremarkable: a Tuesday, an afternoon, a
space where my heart rests, aches, goes missing—lost with the wind. And there is the sun, slyly peeking from the west, not yet dropping, still masked behind clouds. Come, Come, I want to say, Shout, Sing! Bring forth the light, find my heart, shine out the gray bright sadness—give it wings! 

From behind clouds 
leap golden wings 
carry my heart, Fly