Morningstar

If hope is a thing with feathers
then betray me, let me tumble 
down from grace like Lucifer.

For I no longer wish to soar
over mountains, past rivers, 
through the valleys of space
that exist between us. 

Let me cast aside pearly gates, 
live and walk among men;
close that door inch by inch. 

I'll peer through new windows 
to identify strangers, visitors, 
but I can leave the porch light on
if you find yourself wandering
and ready to come home.