A bird once flew
With a wing in two worlds
One followed a rigid path
And the other’s was less observable

This one path
While different in each world
Led to a face
Familiar, yet not quite discernible

One wing heard a song
And the other heard it repeated
Than again, again, again,
Until the bird heard a song that most pleased it

Sometime thereafter came a tumultuous sky
One wing shivered and the other simply denied
Then one wing fraught, soared away
And the other turned its head, choosing to stay

At most, one wing would suffer
The dreary rain
But all the while the whole bird sat
And listened to your song, remade