a villanelle

Flight School

You’ll unfold your wings, you tired bird;
Arise and stretch to greet the day,
And when you take the sky, cry out to be heard. 

Through the night you did rest, unstirred.
Now, the morning dew falls as if to say,
Come, unfold your wings, you tired bird.

In quiet slumber with not one word
And in sweet repose you did lay.
Soon you’ll take the sky and cry out to be heard.

Through dreams of flight you’ve been spurred
Make them true in your way
It’s time to unfold your wings, you tired bird.

Aspirations and reality become blurred,
While the dawn chases darkness out, away.
It’s time to take the sky and cry out to be heard.

Put aside your sleep and dreams, for life instead, deferred.
Carpe diem, goes the archaic cliché.
Unfold your wings; be not like the tired bird.
Enter flight! Take the sky! And cry out to be heard.