Spread wide your arms for the flight.
Cling upon the clouds of night.
Skim the treetops in delight.
Push further toward the site.

Refrain from this deep craving
Composed of foolish raving.
For how can one keep running
To that which has no bearing?

For more than a span of land
Proves as the distance apart.
For the voyage's demand
Consists of winning her heart.

What can possibly be won
Where there is no victory?
For long ago it was done:
The heart's bitter destiny.

Pursue your soul's endeavor
For answers by true intent.
You shall only discover
Your spirit's discontentment.

Wind traveler, heed the wise:
Guard your heart from her dark eyes.
These waters of love's demise
Present hard truths to realize.