Worlds Together
(I didn't have the heart to call it 'Worlds Apart')

Poised I stand
prepared to fly,
my wings outstretched,
my soul already soaring high,
whilst you, with stealthy, steely spear,
before my heart can reach the clouds,
hath brung me down
then ask to soothe
my broken wings
and injured crown.

"You're safe, you're safe" you cry
and so I am.

No more to fly,
my sould is dead,
it's realm the sky

But safe, protected by your hand,
you hold me close,
your realm the land.

- by Prajna Pranab, 1998