Her Secret

Feathers fluttering
in frail innocence,
aviary orbs seeing her face
in the sky.

Her breath gives flight
unto their plumes
as secret of Elysian's truth
that gravity is an illusion.

Imposed on mortals
so they won't
think they're gods.

Granting her whims of wind
unto life's airy creatures,
spell on Newton
best magic of all.