And as splines spread to shifting
airs quicksilver-shot and Goddess blessed
I rise
a blaze of black
across this tumbling crest
of cloud and ride the thermal wind
leaving down and valley shadow caressed.

Above, the darkling sky echoes
with sounds of hallowed stars streaming by
I glide
on celestial tide
swish of wind on wing my
cry of freedom from mortal cage
risen on rush of roaring rage
I fly ...