your letter reminded me of/ the wild winds

prone to the stars just like any other
traveler

freedom is a "beggar's banquet"
you say/ and you scare me
just like you always do

barefoot on the avenues of/ molten cities
you always find a way out

and I know there's a big blue sky
above these monsters/ of "iron and
wine"

and I know you ride/ with butterflies

over seas/ and over time