Deep brown, the color so cool and fresh. Glides so smoothly across the painted colored sky.
Dark beady eyes, glossy and fierce, yet determined and hopeful follows its path.
Calling out shrilly, a new song, so divine strikes; peirces.
It follows the sounds of a new life being made. It crosses seas,oceans,mountains,forests,homes, and cities endlessly.

Neck outstruck galantly, eyes verted proffessionally, wings directing surely, it flies.
Truely an art, a song cannot match its steady beating heart, wings and soul. His heaving lungs are a song itself, his heart a beating metronome so steadfast and quick almost as a hummingbird's wings.

His courage and striking composure is so definite and infinite as though his own self was painted for god's own will.

His course is my course, his path is my path, we are one. Should one forget this, i hope not. For if necessary, he shall swoop forward and take me across the heavens, to search for freedom and peace. His heart will be my heart. His eyes, mine. His lungs and my lungs will weave together to form an endless life. His fragile and accurate body shall match my own will.

As if he were me, and i him, We will become one and together fly to
our destiny. Our world, Your world.

---> Lacus