Unleash me from your hand
And I will lance the light for you;
I’ll cut a sword-blade on the wind
And pennant it with flight for you
To signal I am yours
If you will free me to be true to you.
Unleash me from your hand
And I will mock the sky for you;
I’ll pull the anger from the air
And make the breezes sigh for you
To show that I am yours
If you will free me to be true to you.
Unleash me from your hand
And I will jewel it bright for you;
I’ll hunt the treasures of the wind
And pluck them into sight for you
To show that I am yours
If you will free me to be true to you.
O, cast me from your hand
That I may show my love for you,
And throw me to the wind
That I may know my need for you;
All darkness on your hand
I’m hooded, pinned and held by you;
O, give me back my wings
That they may bring me
by Jonathan Steffen
Photograph by Mike Swift
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The Falcon to the Falconer appears in Exposure
