Rise and salute, sail on in blue. Disguise my gift: a pale sun for you, a change in time and a shift in space. A silent rift brings a warm embrace.
It's easy to see a perilous peace crumble away, but I'm foolish. I stay. In close quarters, the secret gets out. A half measure yields a foregone result.
Whenever the time comes, the answer is the same. Given wings, I take on a new name. When I sing, it gives me away.