Flight
Stepping sideways from the trap
Seeing wind as the roadway it is
Knowing heart and soul are akin
To a bird a-flight, aloft on the road
Blackest wings, signs of perseverance
Of braving the hottest, whitest flames
Hearts ablaze with love sear bright
Within their feathered cloaks of ashes
To wing, lifting from the grey prison
Following only twisting wind paths
Lit by moon, leading to the echoes
Of the wings and beat of another
Searing cold white on the winds
Seek to cool the warmth of black
Hindering the journey of hope
Never dropping it from its path
Landing on budded branch at last
Weary, but filled with tides of diligence
Catching glimpse of shining love
Dropping sparks in the last breeze
Diving to the sacred captive below
Shedding at last all the dark sorrow
Melting away the shell of longing
Bursting nova with the heat of two