First Flight

Time strikes opportune,
Wings, rusted for long,
Shall now know the wind's tune,
Even before I take the dive,
I feel the air,
I ride!

A leap of faith,
Cause my eyes cannot see,
An assuring ground below,
My wings shake, mind fret, yet
I trust!

I feel my beaks cutting through,
The air is cold,
The descent; indecent,
The trust; in vain?
I wait.

I spread my wings,
It send shivers,
I gasp for a breath and flap,
I close my eyes,
Cause I cant handle the sight,
And with a strange and easy rhythm,
I fly!