You can try to make us less soft, less open, less fiery…
But you are the ones who are frozen -
The ones who won’t make the diary,
When everything you claim to be right is distorted and stolen…
You can’t stop us from flying towards the light
and glowing green and golden…
So best just leave us be… you’re the wanderers of this gallery and we’re the centrepiece…
Having travelled many galaxies to see you differently,
You still look at us with one colouring, through one sheen -
But it’s time to evolve or flee…
Our wings shield your swords and shine a light but only for those who want to see -
And those who want to see have wings like me,
And we hold each other carefully…
When our eyes meet - catching our dual infinity…
Our endless vision reminding us that within our dual lucency, we belong to many cosmic seas…
