Hiralious

I am in your hands, i said.
like raw clay or molten iron.
you can mould me as anything you like. 
He smiled at me, sweet smile of his.
and fashioned me as a sparrow, with powerful wings.
You are a bird of freedom , meant to fly.
You dont belong here on the ground.
carry this knowledge, my child, and explore greater horizons.
You are wiser than the rest.
I looked at my love with eyes of gloom
He nodded at me with a look of trust
in that one moment that lasted forever, i flew away.

flapping the wings that his love had blessed me with.

though i would have love to be imprisoned by him equally.
I wonder if he wonders, how tired the lonely flight makes me.