shadows move…
the moon leans close…
feathers fall… soft as thought

I ride on black wings
but they don’t carry me—they tease me
Stars drip like silver tears
and the void hums in my chest

I touch the Moon… it trembles under my fingers
painting quiet prayers I can’t speak out loud

Black wing, silver sky
let my colors burn before they die
Dark folds in light
I’m sending dreams into the night

Gravity whispers,
pulls me back,
but I drift anyway—
through nebulae and broken light

Every brushstroke bleeds
every shadow learns my name

Black wing, silver sky
let my colors burn before they die
Dark folds in light
I’m sending dreams into the night

Crow caws soft
like a secret only I can hear
Moonlight trembles,
the stars hesitate…
I’m untangling myself from the dark,
and it pulls back—
just enough.

If the morning comes too soon
my colors will stay—
etched on the Moon
feathers fading
but I rise…
I rise…
through the black…