On wisps of hope alone -
  Love cannot soar
For hope quickly goes -
  Returning at some hour.

It needs a pair of wings
  To up and away
When it seems resigned
  To an uncertain fate.

It needs a fresh wind
  Flowing strong yet soft -
Once and again -
  Bearing love aloft.

It needs a prayer or so
  For when trials arise -
A work of the Holy Ghost
  And faith might suffice.

I'm a beast of the field
  And you - a crane.
Spare me, love, a wing
  So I can meet you halfway.