So that her hand might reach out the flock came down
in twilight to the narrow alleyways of Jerusalem
the old quarters, to sail along the ancient stone.
There I fell into lit rooms
and was cast upon the white walls of man
struck down by their strange-fire
my eyes, oblong as night dew, raindrop as man's tears
my eyes blinded and my body captive did beseech
my heart sought the bounty of man's hand
to cherish and to ease.
Thereupon she found me, she, and I my silken form
did give the breadth of my wings to touch
that know the Creator
and distant blush of radiance.
After, she looked upon me with a clear eye
and I upon her and after she returned me
to the dark night fallen
into waiting hover of my fellow-swifts
the flock silent, fearing
they would not see myself again
After we dashed to the heights, eyes wondering
and sought out the hidden places there to sky-drift till dawn.
At daybreak I did see her gaze out at my troop
our ebony quills scripting on swell and tide of air
I came near and heard her say,
Is that you, my sister, you?