I a bowerbird enlisted on my flight

Daedalus, my heart is a floating bird
My wing’s a weathervane soul engird.

Lord, the moon is a blinding godetia
And the sun is a white tropic glacier.

Such as Icarus I can’t be turned, lord.
How can I not be overpoweringly un-awed?

The sun is just another day in the night
I a bowerbird enlisted on my flight.