Take my hand...
Fly me to those marooned lands,
My feet touching the grass and the dew that kisses it softly;
Let my feet feel the arctic strength that the crystal holds
And then let my nerve contract under its power for once.
At that same spur make me grab those balls of fire,
The sun, the stars,
The flame and it's scattered spark; Then let my hands burn,
Burn to become those darkest of feathers
Which would flow...