feather into vine

keep me not
from dreaming
else my soul forget to fly
and soon betray the thought
that would be wild
was e’er a lifeline
made a map
and feathered into vine
cut to thumb
and tracing fist to nail
choosing then
to disagree
a different fate to claim
as starlings burst to wave
against the dawn
forsaken now
the line to stretch
across the morning sky
safe was never meant
to keep us long