Flight to the Second Sun

Written by: Mike Walsh

The plain’s birds felt
the edges frail
all giving way

Seek a new land and be born
look back along the way they came

No feet could find your happy land
no wing could find your peaceful air
blood and heart and feather bone
will wash by tide into the sand

On into a forward light 
over day and every night
by every star by every name
she soars

My bird went free 
and glided out
on the flight 
to the Second Sun