To fly

So low in the sky it shines straight into your eyes
Blinded by the brightest light you can still feel the warmth from the setting sun.
A wing
is aching with will to fly
Hidden behind your back
Not visible to anyone but me
It rests in despair
Longing to stretch and take you to new heights.
Reminded by every breeze how masses of air feels underneath you.
You constantly fail to recognize your unlikely and magical ability.
Impossible you say and blame logic
Denying what's obvious to me.
I feel insulted and ridiculed by you
But then you smile and your eyes mirrors the warmth from the sun.
Well if you can fly
A wing can cry
But you can't fly because you're not realizing
And the wing doesn't cry because it doesn't have eyes that can look at me the way you do.