I had given up Left her trembling on the altar Wings that couldn't settle Wings that couldn't soar On a tray of brass inside an altar made of stone She flickered like a hummingbird, too restless to find home Neither landing nor ascending, shivering alone I walked away and shut the door on everything I'd known Then you came bearing fire You heaped the coals beneath her fragile wings And what I had abandoned started burning My wings became cenușă, my body turned to ash My heart a thousand cinders trailing through the sky I gathered spark and sinew from the burning's aftermath Cenușă, cenușă, born of ash to fly Beneath my wing I'd kept a burning word I couldn't speak A coal too bright for trembling hands to hold I feared the world dissolving into light I couldn't keep If heaven came too quickly and the altar turned to gold So I rose from the altar wrought in brass And flew beyond your burning Past stars your fire had shattered into glass Past worlds I'd left overturning In the dew of dawn and weeping of the stellar light I scatter trails of dust from world to world These fragments of my passage, dustfall through the night A pathway made of ash for souls yet to unfurl I had flown But she still trembles there Was she the flame or was she me? Wings that cannot settle Wings that cannot soar