I'm sending out word of my farewell—
A goodbye to my past envisioning,
And the homecoming of what my cells truly aspire to be.

I'm sending out promises like twittering white doves,
Untethered, not trained by a mother bird,
Unfurling their wings for once on their own, knowing no instruction,
Save a great desire to traverse every cobble path and every silver lining that the planets unite in a horizon.

Let this ambition sputter and flutter about,
Watch it soar through the night,
With rippling energy serving as the perfect recital,
For this moment of rejoice.

The music bears away the tension,
Doubts dissolve like buttery silk upon these seamless waves,
And then the blue heroes rage through the night,
Each in their own off-centre, imaginative ways—
Singing notes absent on the music scale,
Lolling in a sprawl of poetry that follows no metre,
In all, a life that assumes an elan of its own,
Unaware of life spans and attentive to dream spans.