One bird; Feathers like a oriental dragon...

Leaving wonderlands behind it's flight...

That could outshine the moonlight...

That could dance with the leaves that fall above the oasis...

Eyes of the golden age,

Where kings and queens were equal...

The sun smiles when it speaks...

The second bird; feathers of shade lying under a tree...

Of the grandfather clock that had no shade of anything other than midnight...

Eyes of a thunderstorm...

Thunder surrounds its heart when it speaks...

Together, they form our light and dark...

Our rain and clouds...

Our Sun and Moon...

These two birds are us.