Forty-Three I’m flying to you

I’m flying straight to meet you—yes
Parting clouds with outstretched hands
Searching for your eyes, your gaze
To heaven’s height, to ocean’s blaze

You know, I once was bird and flew
An eagle soared, I called for you
I crossed all lands, yet found no trace
My love, my name, my heart, my li-i-ittle grace

I swam as fish through endless blue
All oceans crossed, each sea I knew
Like nautilus, I sink below
My heart still feels the deep’s dark flow

I’m flying straight to meet you—yes
Parting clouds with outstretched hands
Searching for your eyes, your gaze
To heaven’s height, to ocean’s blaze

As bird in sky, as wave in sea
My chest in stripes, my hands in chains
Believe or not, this truth I see
You never were—and never came

And so, among all ends that end
At last you’ll find your final bend