The Final Flying

Night bird sail through skies so black,
in your wings I feel your grace, sky blue,
That guides me to sunlit shores renewed,
in all things, you are what I lack.

I ever dream the mystic night,
the gentle whispering of the moon,
that shines its rays of silver fire,
to dance within my soul.

In my heart, has a light winged forth,
uniting itself with the dark.
As a song burst forth from my tears,
glistening of Stars, a Hidden Shrine.

For in all flying,
the Treasure of Night, is mine.