She of earth and fire: no proof
for her but work and power.
I have heard
and sought to tame
the reckless poet dwelling here.
But to my shame,
I wish to be known in the altitudes,
and not alone: she is brave.
A few well-chosen words are enough:
"I love you still, my strange bird."
In silence lies our best chance
to be heard.
We share a common heritage --
the wind-driven fire, the driving rain:
and how we live is our only truth.