take my hand
   and take my wings
Into the deep blue sky
   and the crisp wind form
a perfect day for soaring above ourselves
Into the rich and rare air of dreams

take my hand
   and bind my wings
to deny the essential
   lift of the air
insisting the clouds form a low ceiling
that our flight never pierces

take my hand
   and shear my wings
gray skies reflect
   the sun’s warmth
a fog has settled and the threat of rain
keeps all our dreams within