Wings! I’m coming home!

Wings! I'm coming home

from the euphoria of having wings!

I lost myself in singing.

I myself became the song,

and the rhymes of the Universe rang in my head like bells.

Now I'm myself again, small and simple,

and I don't have any more words.

To the others, watching, I was like the wind,

pushing them and shaking them,

spiraling up beyond sight,

where it's high enough to melt the light to nothing.

I'm back now, just me, resting in darkness, without my song.

But I'm not alone there.