They were mine once,
in a dream …or was it in that other lifetime ? The heart must know . That’s where I’ll go to seek my wings .
The sense of them wrapping around me gently and protecting my soul soothes me into sweet release .
It is a difficult sort of freedom not quite familiar in this life . Elegantly and delicately they open after rest
and seek to stretch . A few feathers may fall away here or there and , truly , are intended as gifts .
Movement that is designed to flow and a dance leading the heavens to set free that heart .
Seeking wings in the sky
and I don’t know why