Anxiety; A Bad Falcon

“And why you feel a yearning to fathom my anxiety?”

Because it's trammeling you, grounding you, and you are a beautiful free Schlegel’s Asity

“Kind of you, my love, but this Ave even fears the clouds above

She feels the air too pursy to glide.”

But don’t forget my passerine, there was never a night that could defeat sunrise

How does it start?

“It begins as a causal nexus setting on, powder train, ripples in a pond, where one gloomy outlook leads to another and then this just cascades on.

Sometimes it begins as a whisper, a subtle fire in a theatre, making the rout run fanatically around, each Wight is a thought and each thought is terror-bound”

Oh! But that’s terrible for my winsome Jay, for she is destined to be as ebullient as a Quetzal's tail.

Share the millstones with me, or with others whom you love, for evanescing the sooty reveries will always lighten this Dove.

“Yes, giving a moiety of my burden helps, but it is a curse of anxiety that always dwells.

The muse of someone failing to fathom me, again turns it into a sooty reverie”

Those who heed will always understand.

As for me, ennobling my Canary will be the brightest task

“I feel, with cherubims like you around, it won’t be long till I finally am full of sound.

Thank you, love, for being the sweetest line in the sonnet of my life.”

I just want you to make your flight, I just want you to soar the skies