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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