Come to me my words,

For once again I fly,

Up here the sky meets the sky.

Come to me my words.

Birds of feather fly down below,

In the light of a faint blue rainbow.

Come to me my words.

I am over the glades and hills,

I am in the sky and sky above me still.

Come to me my words.

Do not fail me today,

For this moment is not here to stay.

Come to me my words.

My mortal flight has taken wings,

Perhaps an end of new beginnings.

Come to me my words.

This journey is my destiny,

My mind may die of its own mutiny.

Come to me my words.

Before they snatch all I know,

To knit the thoughts in a neat flow.

Come to me my words,

I am ready to touch the land,

My grip is loosening on my magic wand.

Come to me my words.

For one last embrace,

To bid adieu with grace,

Come to me my words.