Wings of Feather

When I close my eyes;
I dream of wings of feathers,
they drift all around
brushing so softly against
my skin;
White, black, gray, red;
its like a dry rain,
more and more fall
falling, falling so languid,
so infinitely beautiful.

A wing; two,
form as feathers touch ground.
I'm surrounded,
a tornado of softness,
a wind of strength,
I am cocooned;
naked as first born,
stark, to myself,
so warm, such comfort.

I dream of flying,
the open sky my domain,
the clouds,
my castle,
the air,
my moat;
A royal ruler of the skies.
Down below, far below,
shades and shades of green
So haunting, so mysterious.
What is this green place,
I long to touch?
Impulsively I reach
a soft hand out;
reaching, reaching,
always out of reach.
Strain, stretch, further,
feathers everywhere,
I'm confused...
flying becomes falling.

I dream of being awake,
am I home?
Eyes wide in uncertainty,
hands aflutter, im terrified.
Lost, lost, dazed, scared.
Fearfully blind, unwilling to see.
What is that I hear?
A soft tune, bird lullabies,
I'm lulled into a gentle slumber,
fear flees from me,
I'm free, I sleep,
to a dream of being

alive, so alive,
more so than ever.
Colours in such vibrancy,
sounds like music
touch, oh touch! I can feel!
I stand up straight,
glance around;
I do not dream.
How did I get to be
so whole, so living?
Where was I that,
I had missed so much?
Such control, such unbelievable
desire.
Grass between my toes,
wind upon my tongue,
sun on my skin,
voices to my ears:
love all around
once discarded, but
so, so gingerly picked
up and put back together.
Tears fall from the eyes
of the free, the whole,
the knowing, never forgetting;
No more dreams, no more.
Hand in hand,
clasping onto life;
stronger, im stronger,
Higher I feel, so high,
so complete, so simple.

Feathers fall softly,
with whispers of
apologies, I scoop
them up and blow
them into the welcoming
breeze,
on and they float,
Rising, falling, flying.