Away now he flies, off into the blue,
White-winged and shining, gleaming bright.
Away, two birds race, one aloft in the wind,
And the other ‘neath the sea, gliding, glistening white.
Calm, noble movements, every single one twinned.
They circle, untethered.
The sight smites the heart, having many years weathered,
In its darkness, and weakness, and greed.
And it longs for the hour it’ll be freed.