Affection for the feathery kind

'Affection for the feathery kind' to me is about the heights in which love (the embodiment of the lark) can take us.

Like that great flame; which imortalizes itself in the sky,

or the blushing of the brush in the evening high,

like a subtle furnace resting on tomorow's dew,

or the rosebuds that whisper of the deepest hue!

 

I find no trace of mortal shade,

here within this courtyard of pulsating jade,

I feel only one; within this palace of heart's,

here within the glowing of love, my lark.