I love the damaged ones For when their feathers are preened, smoothed with heart Breathed ever so gently thoughts A song begins to be remembered, a colour blends a part of a rainbow quivers within an eye oh so sapphire awakens. Then a ruffle of feathers alight a lullaby where we came from takes flight for we all breathe under the stars and surf this turning earth, and exhale to the milky way the way we came to earth.
What will the morning be like, when daylight infuses away night. Here under countless stars, some a certain colour like rubies, others glow as stencils of amber, always a disk of silver stars that create some memory that ancients connected, each point into a hero or heroine found scribed upon a flattened surface.
Shall we abandon myths and legends and redraw the stars. Before daylight infuses this night away, dare we raise our minds with each heartbeat gazing into what always will be. You feel this earth moving, is it the stars washing tides through this far away mind.
What will night tides bring into one that settles into a restful dream. Your held with reflection upon this still lake of being. Light even paints in this darkness kaleidoscopic turnings. Sweet upon the nakedness of soul .