What It's Like to Have Wings

All along the allusionist plains

And through the trees of strenuous strain

Onward and forward and forthwith they went

Hither and thither, like wind, never spent

Like seams of a dream thought and then sought

They went where wily ones told ought to naught

Over the valleys, and through all the fields

With no need for sword, and no need for shield

For love laid in wait around every veer

In all corner and crevice, a soul was found near

And with nothing left to tarry and bare

Everything left was left out to share.