The blue mirage breaks open in a sudden spell.
Flowing through the shower of feathers, my wings slice;
from the quills to the earth, letters fall free.
"Hurry, my name," I hear a voice,
And I launch after random characters.
The dusty, baked ground approaches in a blur.
Within my reach, the last symbol—
and I swoop inches over the desert floor, dust trailing in my wake.
To my chest—in my grasp—I carry her name.
But who is she?
"Call my name," I hear her say,
and I look ahead to a forthcoming gully, and smile.
The eagerness of letters push into my chest.
It is then gravity takes hold and slows me into a run,
and brings me to the canyon's brim, where I stand still.
The wind streams over me,
and I feel her name.
Braving the shedding of my wings, I fall over.
I believe in her for I trust in love.
"Say my name," I hear her say.
Her voice echoes the abyss.
"My name."
And from my lips, syllables flow, her name, oh so beautiful—and I feel weightless.
I reach for beyond the desert blue,
soaring free of the gully's depth...
on the wings of her love.
