He falls from the sun.
Songs like the tongues of larks.
Wishing we were there.
Jump. Fall. Learn to fly.
Crimson songs, brighter than red.
Mountain tops below flight.
Singing infinitely in the sheltering sky.
Falling. Learning to fly.
White words in the book of days.
Discarded loose shoes.
Space below the island.
Space above the sea, above the sky.
God waves safe passage.
Coming back to land.
Hardened into diamonds.
New machines and easy for money.
– Kay Winter