Timeless Memories

Flying above canopies.

There is no finding among the stars.

Only knowing there.

We have lived this before and shared the wind on wing tips.

Darkness falls.

Owl had forgotten to look for you.

The journey outnumbered my remembering.

We have heard the beat of our own hearts and the laws of nature on wing tips.

Ravens call out into the dawn.

A new day has crossed over the horizon.

Sun reveals the shadows that seemed once like Owl claws.

What we hadn’t noticed in the dark were Ravens perched on tree tops spreading their wing tips.

Paradise looks like a desert island, shining.

Gleaming against bat wings that break up the doorway of our thinking.

We watch with respectful fascination.

All the while, the Universe revolves around the wing tips.

Butterfly come to my garden.

Pollinate the flowers.

Grace our presence with your pure beauty.

For the art within the world is painted upon your wing tips.

Coyote calls out to the void.

Desert silently listens for the cry.

Owl meets the call.

The world lights up in a moment of wonder for both with the promise of wing tips.

Gratitude graces the light of morning.

By fire and dawn light that warms my frame.

By a smile and a while and some pretty things I guess…

By the shared understanding of something as profound as the power of wing tips.