Fulfilled I will find my way out of the night
that chasm, dark kingdom, a waste of my time
once over yon ledge, the weather is fine
but that gravity makes for a difficult climb
and I recall your gift of the infinite kind --
encouraging words, wearing wings well designed...
a bond that won't bend 'till the stars cease their shine
even though, and despite
But I'm just blood, and bones,
and attempts at atonement
and there's nothing i know
but that nothing is permanent
and our love is strong,
an oak old and towering
or a bird on the wing, casting cries towards the heavens
A beautiful thing, what luck!
Now I will become what in needed of me--
a beacon to mirror the glistening sea
and I will lose myself so completely
that no compass nor map could find me
Whether fated thus, or a fool's leap
neither story seems too troubling...
And with all things magical indeed,
the world nearly brings me to my knees.