The fire within her wings settles,
blazen red against the summer sky.
The black aches of past days
staining her curved wings.
The restless air beneath her calls to her,
taunting her with whispers of dreams and aspirations come true.
And she is caught up in flight,
not noticing the wishes she sails past -
the dreams of her past now calling forth for recognition.
And she still holds so much beauty in such a simple quest -
to find the next pistil.
