Light to shadow,

Night to light.

Closed doors and windows,

To the overhead skylight.

 

All wish to see 

Which is hidden from sight,

But all remains unseen

Try as we might.

 

Silent messages,

Numerous pings,

Pointing out silently,

The unnoticed things,

 

A crow amongst falcons,

Feels no place there,

In the midst of discussion

Having no attention to spare.

 

.The value of spoken words--

Responses seem rare--

.Are determined by those many birds,--

Do they even care?

 

.As they fly in a scatter--

Through the open sky--

.randomly searching out proof they matter--

Can they see the reason why they fly?

 

Reasons, reasons, reasons...

We're all asked to clarify 

Why we fly, why we walk 

Why we try our best to rise--

 

-Up from the ground,-- 

From our foundations

-to fly in the skies.

To those who yield our elation.

 

So we wander the skies of anywhere,

Searching the skies everywhere.

To find a perch where we belong,

And to prove to ourselves that life is fair.

 

But as we fly, the continuum tears,

And a dark void leads us to somewhere.

Where we fear, we may be stuck here,

Unable to regain control of the air,

 

If your voice, in truth,

Holds no meaning there,

Then why bother to bear,

The silent words of the voiceless air?

 

For we forever press on through the struggles of time, trouble, and terror,

And despite all the tremors, we must find our way.

From the darkened night,

To the light of day.