Bricks Part I&II (Edited)

She imagined a platform
She stood on it,
Danced as it tipped and she slid;
Staying on, Heart fleeting
The Edge widening, all Walls going
A window suspended in the air.

Then you tell me there’s no platform.

I'm standing on thin air
I'm falling,
You’re throwing me bricks;
I don't know if you want me to build a house
Or tie them to my toes
And sink below
Your sight.

I'll take the bricks and build you a house
a house that,
Huff and puff as he might
That silly wolf will never blow down,
Because I never needed that platform,

I had wings the whole time.

So you'll have your house and until
I find a bird to fly with;

I'll sit and sing on your windowsill
From time to time.