High-flown

Descended out of windows
When I let go
What you once meant
A sweet relief
Descend and find peace
Until I land
A bed of your feathers
Demand me back
Into their high-flown embrace
Descended out of grace
I wish to stay
When I let go
What you once meant
Sweet relief as I
Crested on the breeze
Until I landed
Bed of your feathers
Suffocating me slowly
In their high-flown embrace
Wish I continued descending
Until time stopped
When I let go
What you once meant