Won't You Stay, Not Fly Away?

Airy synth pads swell slowly, subtle glitch clicks, faint echoing feather-like motifs, distant atmosphere, no lyrics

ahh… ahh…

ahh… ahh…

I was a fox in the hedgerows

Rust-colored ghost in the green

You were a young restless raven

Sharp as the spaces between

You’d land on the orchard fencing

Tilt your dark head at me

Close enough for your shadow

Never enough to be

You spoke in crooked riddles

Then scattered in the wind

Raven in the late light

Calling my name from the trees

Kissing like stolen summer

Then leaving with the breeze

And I kept running the orchard

Through every turn of the year

A fox with a faithful memory

Whenever you wandered near

We grew through reckless seasons

Through teenage thunder and rain

You’d brush your wings against me

Then vanish skyward again

You’d circle low in the evening

Like maybe this time you'd stay

But dawn would pull at your feathers

And carry you away

You’d perch beside my heartbeat

Then rise without a sound

Raven in the late light

Calling my name from the trees

Kissing like falling shadows

Then leaving with the breeze

And I kept tracing the echoes

Of every word you threw

A fox chasing black feathers

Across a sky I never knew

Maybe some wings are restless

Maybe some hearts just roam

Maybe the orchard remembers

What never quite found a home

Raven in the cold branches

Older but still the same

You land like a ghost of summer

Then lift with the wind again

And I still walk the hedgerows

Though I know how stories end

A fox with a quiet longing

For a raven who wouldn't descend