April, my admiral, 

lighten my wings with your shrill whistle, 

[Alone in] Laughter, lamenting the lost light,

you don’t want to be the forgotten, the lost cause, the missed flight. 

Reason runs thin when your sadness is bountiful,

A wild dream wakes you, 

tears you out of 

the spiral you are swimming in, 

sending you, reeling, into a new reality.