Lagrangian Point

I've learned the feel of this ground
Its surface forms me in shifts
Hollow bones snapping, cracking
These feathers used to be my own
Taken now by the earth
As I become one with the clay
It becomes one with me

Tearing me from the ground
I heave and creak and bleed
Cold air seeps inside me
Losing my familiar fragments
Into a strange and icy world
I remember the ease of sorrow
And where you pulled me loose

You speak in words I've never known
Flowing with color and sound
This feeling I've always longed for
You guide me higher and higher
Drifting in your wake
I want to reach your height
And fly by your side.