what answers unfold in your haphazard flight

if you could speak to me what mysteries might

you solve, how many perches must we alight

to splash in the Sound and the Light

fickle though your flight seems

it’s an inquiry of sorts, it learns to be

a means to seek a simpler path

a way home, home at last

here you dodge and here you dart

like an arrow shot from Cupid’s bow

meant to pierce each wayward heart

a weathervane to let us know

that love is haphazard at best

that the spirit within us never rests

that we must trust in this adventurous flight

to take us home to the Sound and Light

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