aren’t you a fool?

                            Aren’t you a fool?

                             To think you could

                            soar the skies like

                            a God, and feel the

                            caress of the cold

                            freedom against

                             your cheek.

                            Aren’t you a fool?

                            To love the sea

                             the heat, and the

                             skies a little too

                            much, a little too

                            deep.

                            Aren’t you a fool?

                            To think that you

                             could ever have

                             it for yourself: the

                            caress of his pure

                             unceasing love.

                            Aren’t you a fool?

                            To have forgotten

                            what you are, are

                            merely a rag made

                             of wax and brassy

                            wings; too weak

                             and puny

                            to dare dream.