Tuesday, March 3, 2015


I've known her all along
watching over me
white-tail feather-wing

she is the center of this place:
deep inside of me
a living shadow
an infinite bloom
a mystery

perched, motionless
sitting in a dream
I feel her glare slip over me
drowning in her breath
a lucid aspiration

she wraps her wings around me
I carve out her eyes
glorious red globes
I swallow them whole
embed her inside of me

I've known her all along
hovering over me
in motionless sleep
she is a mystery

I wrote a poem after listening to a song about an owl-girl that felt a little incomplete to me. So, this is in the spirit of song writing.