She flies with her own wings.

Barren garden.

The rivers here are dried up. We need to leave this place.
You feel like a fledgling, in the nest. It’s fly or die, little one.
This was never the place for us anyway. And whatever happened,
to that warm embrace. Oh you entice me so. 
Those pheromones, that make me float. What thoughts,
got in the way. What went through your mind,
when I took a hold of your hand.
Maybe this is the wrong time. Maybe in another lifetime.
The city lights hang veils in the sky. So, I’ll dance with myself tonight.
I have a dream, but this is no place to plant a seed.