Mission, Message & Meaning

Crossing an edge on which she with you and I’d
     hide,
calling to our trees and our birds as dark eyes
     disguise
threat, casting shadows where the battle-scarred
     guard
names of secrets, creating intensely starred
skies come again from far distances exiled
beyond word, we’re given her unborn child
          to hide, to disguise and to guard.

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maggie and alias, based on a draft by sara