My wings are beating wildly,
your feet are stuck in clay.
I can teach you how to fly,
you can teach me how to stay.

And I won’t forget to love you,
even when I can not see you,
when my wings are beating wildly,
and I’m soaring on my own.

And I won’t forget you love me,
even when you can not listen,
when the beating of my wings
makes you afraid you’ll be alone.

For I’ve always needed grounding,
and you have longed to fly,
and we both have fought the learning
without understanding why.
But I’ll no longer turn my face
and hide in shame,
I’ll no longer close my eyes
in your embrace,
for I know now that you love me,
even when my wings are beating,
so although I fear the landing,
I will look into your face.

And I won’t forget to love you,
even when I can not see you,
when my wings are beating wildly,
and I am soaring on my own.

And I won’t forget you love me,
even when you can not listen,
when the beating of my wings
makes you afraid you’ll be alone.

You can always trust I love you,
though your feet are stuck in clay.
Even though my wings are beating,
I will never fly away.

© Emily Melcher 1999