rays on pinion

save your soul

it's bright with holes

rays on pinion

lay me down

our trust lies in mighty wing

as we thrust ourselves into the drink

pitched boats sail and ploughmen toil

to drift on and work the soil

stow your gaze

away these waves

stain reflection

may we drown

this is our last goodbye

this is our final cry

this separation of bird and bone

is an introduction to tide and lung

we've resigned ourselves to soar home

despite these wayward rays