Your Vision Nigh

Fiddling swallows never cease to fly
Eagles indomitably seize the sky
winds embroider our sins to pray;

Nymphical deities subdue in brines,
foggy knot distances, my form enshrine,
Nautilus scopes there parallel lay;

Flying next to Eagles, your vision nigh,
in ample Oceans Nymphs dove to die
lonely encomium the winds will play.