Blue Bindings Aloft

I no longer trust the vows of marriage For years, Vikings have built mystical Runes. We once soared forth in golden carriages. Now every dawn returns our dreamy tunes. A faery, I remain in vibrant flight. A mystic born with Stardust and Cosmos. My flight dreams transcend the mind's starry night To realms where big truths and visions arise. Handfasted once beneath the ancient Oak Amid unwinding breaths of whispered wind, Now freed to ride the cosmic tides evoked, Ascending where the Celestials began. No human heart knows where I am flying With defiant fantasies unflinching.