"White Wings"

Before a beam of light

-from any source-glimmers

and after the night utterly covers the earth

with its dark, black tent,

Before a sound-any sound-is heard

and after silence speaks in a thousand languages,

Before a wind-of any kind-blows

and after the air stagnates

and smells under the cover of the night,

Before a wild bird learns to fly

and after all birds are domesticated

and forget what birds must do,

I remember the white wings

that shone,

sounded,

and made winds blow,

Those wings by which you flew away from me

Those wings that became you yourself,

while you were turning into flight itself,

with a thousand suns,

sounds,

winds,

and wild birds inside?