Pearls

Her white wings shimmer like the sword in the stone
Swooping high above the trees then plummeting down toward earth

From a distance she resembles the finest of pearls
Peaceful easy dreaming against the blue infinite abyss

Where does she sleep at night & who does she go home to?
What does she think of when she flies so high?

Silently gliding through invisible lines, up, down, up, down
The wind guiding her, taking her to and fro wherever the wind might blow

A choice from above, yet her reason to fly still exists within
Where is she going when the sun stains her wings?

Where do we go when she's gone?