Created this for a friend who came across a woman he admires
Life was beautiful, but I was so terribly alone. Above the clouds, I soared, the sky cradling me in its endless embrace. I loved the wind, the breath of the world against my wings, and I loved the life that carried me higher still. My wings brushed the heavens, and I cried into the wind, feeling the aching space between them — a space too wide, too silent, too empty. Something was missing; I could feel it humming beneath my skin, though I did not yet understand it. I longed to share the sky, to feel another soul moving beside mine, to close the lonely space that sang its sorrow between my wings. Yet fear clung to me, whispering doubts I could not silence. How could I give my heart away when it had learned so well to ache alone?
I drifted through fleeting connections, one after another, searching for a soul who could see me — not the wings or the flight, but the sorrow hidden deep inside. Every failed bond, every broken moment, became another stone around my heart, another reason to stop believing. Would I always be alone?
Then she appeared.
At first, she was nothing but a blur against the endless sky — a glimmer of motion, a promise just beyond reach. I had to follow. I saw her wings first, pale and golden at the tips, catching the light like spun sunlight. She turned — and when her eyes met mine, the whole world shifted beneath me.
She was a serin, her feathers kissed by the sun, her eyes the soft blue of distant dreams. And when I heard her song, it pierced through every quiet place inside me, waking something I thought had long since died. She was nothing like what I believed I was seeking — and yet, she was everything. She flew beside me as if she had always belonged there.
She smiled — and my heart sank, deep and sure and helpless, as if the earth itself had caught me in its gravity. I had to follow her, had to stay near, had to hear her song as long as my wings had strength to fly. But fear stirred again — what if she was the one? What if I let her in, only to be torn apart once more?
And then, a falcon cut the sky near her, swift and sure, and my heart burned with knowing. I would not lose her. I could not.
I wanted her — needed her — not to hold in a cage, but to fly beside, to protect, to cherish. I would shield her from every storm, drive away every danger. I would never let another take her from me.
She was my song — and my soul had already begun to sing. - DT Martin
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