Bird of my albino soul

I thought you black against the sun
lost between the clouds
and darkness, in outline had succumbed
the perch on which I stood
 
The negative was soon reversed
that circled overhead
the one, new filled with self belief
to match white wings that spread
 
To glide and soar and upwards lift
upon the thermals drift
from hence, was my own entity,
to earth a chained conscript
 
Visited, as claw marks in the snow
the phantoms,  
seen and disappeared,
within the cage they sang
 
Not the song of natures hymn  
the bird of my albino soul
soon fates would spring the door
and freedom come from deep within
 
Be cleaned by the baptismal rain
withstand the hurricane
glowing with angelic light
backlight with dark moonbeams