A bird dips into an updraft
and thinks he knows the world
tranquil cause gurgles through silent valleys
over mountains
around the earth
refracted through the wind

The creature soars ever higher
in great swoops and dives
the horizon curves as it elludes vision
and the stars pulse their siren
but thrill denies
and adrenaline overrules
their ambient warning

Gust to gust each fades quicker than the last
whispers carry the weight of wings
and their soulful song breaches sanity
prayers of rightful good
where petty purple banners
crest twinkling hearts

The last thermal ridden
the last lyric dies
as flight’s drone fades
upturned wings alone
the sky empty oblivion
as the sun aligns its beady eye
to the looping path of the bird

Two brittle forms grapple in the light
which blots out the senses
protecting what can never be touched
divine oblivion
smites the naive bird
an archangel buried
in a crypt which lies six feet deep.