nod

you will not catch me upon your swift wings. i am a flighty one myself. indecisive on what way to turn. when to stop. when to go. nod once for no twice for yes. you will find me. looking out over Icelandic like blue. the wind in my hair whispers to me. mermaid hair. it curls for you. blurry eyes attempt to focus on your hands holding mine. too young for age to disease. too old for ignorance to capture. we are lost to this world.