Little bird, you and Iare companions tonight.
your song is my thought
your wing is my breath
your flight is my hope.
I have come a far distance
through the battlescapes
to find you here
singing alone into the night
while everyone sleeps
and I pause before going.
Into the night our spirits fly
as one, up into the bowl
of a star-strewn sky
held in Love's hand.
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