flying

i have been flying
since my feathered love flew the cage
and there is enough air
just enough to keep me going
i still don't see the gates
and my heart continues to feel bare
as the boats below keep rowing
the lover fidgets but waits
in childlike hope to share
some beauty for the taking
but that tells me of my state
am i really without a care
what's gone into my making
please don't tell me it's too late
because i have been flying