Chastity - Virtue Series 02

Chastity

Swallows and sparrows slice air with wings widespread 

and hearts open. 

Catching tailwinds over the farmlands, migrating before

the storm arrives.

Heavy clouds chase, in its wake all the lakes and oceans

lay still frozen.

A young sparrow and swallow glide and trail the flock

flapping so relentlessly.

The swallow dips in altitude and drive, the sparrow cries

and flys back.

The two tread sky in unison, but the weight shifts and the

storm consumes them.

Feathers glaze with frost, beaks crust with fresh ice, their

time is near. 

Two birds fly, but only one beats its wings, and for that they 

shall truly die.

Sparrow accelerates, not wanting to die, hoping that swallow,

is surely behind. 

Icarus fell from flying too close to the sun, his wings melt like

new forged glass.

Swallow fell, while sparrow jet forth into the Southern coasts:

lands of rebirth.

Pain found the survivor’s open heart, yet life is only granted

once. 

So fly, little bird. 

Even alone,

fly.

- JW