INVOCATION:

The Restored Flight
Pollux, radiant twin of eternal light,
Castor, mirror soul now whole,
I call you in the prism’s glow.
From insistence to trust,
from loop to spiral,
from grasping to release —
carry me in your flight.
Twin swallows, wings in harmony,
spiral me upward through violet fire,
let wisteria rain its grace
through every facet of this passage.
Freedom is not demanded.
Freedom simply is.
So I vow,
so I rise,
so I flow.

POEM:

Two wings once torn apart,
now curve in mirrored grace.
Pollux, flame of eternal light,
Castor, reflection returned to face.
Within the prism’s heart they cross,
gold and violet rays refract,
spirals weave their vow anew:
not survival, but being, intact.
No insistence binds the air,
no demand distorts the sky.
Freedom sings in effortless arcs,
two swallows rising eye to eye.
Together they vow:
Flight is trust.
Union is flow.
Freedom is.