I wish I was a bird I wish a bird of such beauty such elegance. Then I would fly to you, thus the time isn't an issue of how near or how far. As long as the wind beneath my wings would take me to where you are. By the skies last breath which embraces its hands upon my feathers through every crevice and every scheme. And it would seem that my wings aren't tired by far as long as I could fly to where you are.