morning's songbird called her back from Dream firstborn hues of Sun so splayed in Heart some change become at last, an unknowable thing, longest sought; herself choices made by haste, in blindness, for fear — led by River's flowing waters all the same; a glowing path of Golden Light releasing bonds from Souls unfit, drowning lies she'd told silver-showers, eternal poured so upon her scalp and breast Grace beyond, teaching true who she really was — her own song to sing forever found
