Reading over it today, I think I was trying to discuss her two choices. Either die or come back. Then, I asked her to take me with her.
flutters in my heart.
Where is she? Where has she gone?
Hear a life of tribulation, nestlings
gone berserk, chest without a heart to
Cry high mighty gull for all to hear.
Wail of a great lady be resounded
among the waves amid the stars
where feathers touch.
Pierce your call of triumph
great queen of ocean sky.
In these I’ll see your eyes forever.
Toss mighty sword and torch of light
and let another rule.
With second thought and if you will
to prey upon the skies some more, take
up your light and raise your head,
and love me like before.
We shall fly on hand in hand
like sisters of the wind.