The blue of the dusk
clusters around
these
earthling bones.
Lustily
blows cold onto cold
and knows
well how to hold
me bound.

Give me then wings,
girth me
with air-borne,
light feathered things.
De-earthed,
let me fly
star-ward.
Then on land afar
ground me.

When at his door
give me
this powerful magic
just once
Living apart breaks
me still.
Wing me, or tears will
drown me.