The dream that was my wings lifted me beyond my anchors, to the pervasive enigma of flight and wonder. But when I landed, the solid mechanics of day and form became again familiar. Here, these wings are dross, and I shed them like a queen whose single flight succeeded. The day fades into silent rest. Again, in the secret fertility of night’s stillness… the stars call my soul to dream once more. And in the calling, the sky’s impossible signature draws forth new wings from scars.