Ecstasy Of The Bird

So he found the wings, he found the sky he was looking for.
No grievances, nothing to shed, the feathers are really smooth.
The days, the nights, the bad, the good, all are back now.
The bleeding parts of the bird seem to be healed.
And the flock finds him, and he finds the flock, he flies with them now.
The legacy that they had still continues.
The bond that they had exists still,
The sky is all theirs, they are back, as the wings make a melodious sound,
They make their place look like Heaven.