undone

why
would i ever have to defend
what
for the sake of love you became
finished is it
finished it is
and done before the morning arisen

i wanted once to fly
above
my own heart,
left there alone as it felt

whenever
i look for that release from pain
wherever
i am i look up to claim
work done once
work once done
and before that disappearing light begun

sometimes
i think it a last resort, that last
then times
i see you clambering up that tree
at all cost for me
and i see
that those that long to fly can be
can cling to you,
and arms spread wide like wings
be free