Today, my bird takes flight
This morning, the skies darken ever so slightly
The wind is chill, but I could not be farther from fright
For I know, that my love is immortal, stubborn, and mighty

A morning cold washes over me, through wondrous hue
As a Titan, a colossus, takes to the heavens
Carrying the thread of my dreams, as I stood staring at the shining blue
But so did a part of me follow, in the calm breeze at Seven

I am not saddened, for I know greatness lies where she goes
For I know her hands were made for creating
And in her art, fending off fearsome foes
To deny such a gift, is a soul made sedating

Though I will shed only a tear, but not of grief I beseech
Crows of a murder, birds through strife
I only pray that your hands once more I can reach
When you return on Two, Three and Five

Tu est gravis super terram, et obscurum in nebula, longe vadit via