Feathers at the altar roses draw near my cage

Flamable is love, its scent has no age

I fear not flying but remaining at this stage.

I ponder about the joy of escaping feels like but I still remain the same.

A perpetual moonlight filled with stars, dreams and hopes.

I want to escape and be with you buy my heart is vain

Laconic i am with you in sight, never able to scatter light on the reigns of this cage or how its designed.

By Ivo Cossa