Rescue

At dawn arriving, bathed in light
amidst dew and budding blooms
unaware of pain or fright
dancing onward into days

Swept up in breezes from darker places
subtly warned, though unconcerned with night
blind to exploit behind fond faces
pulled slowly into a haze

Surrounded by fog, no sense of the hour
helpless to fly with wings weighed down
all thoughts muddled, hopelessly cowers
enveloped in madness

Against the weight of past imparting
choice to fight, to spread out wings
a chance to fly as fog is lifting
The Son reaches in.