Dark Wing

So what do you plan to do with this wild and precious life?

I plan to keep listening to the whispering 

Of the midnight bird’s fluidly pulsing wings

Undulating form, dark and velvet

I long to surge through that texture

On my stomach, softening into the miracle.

With a swoosh, almost imperceptible, a sound like

Blue moon rising at the edge of the world

Is anything more wonderful to imagine

Beyond grasping earth-bound senses,

Than your flight: shape-shifting sheen?

Thicker than water, loved by air’s gusts and streams

A lover’s dance conceived your infrastructure

Bone and sinew and feather, muscular tribute 

The story repeating in every moving moment

Watch your words, for they become worlds! 

This diversity of beauty 

Cannot but be birthed from true love

Coupling beings playing across dimensions 

Like songbirds serenading buds into blossom. 

I dance your sweep, your cacophony, your mischief

Your laughter, your freedom soar. 

I felt the smudge of your wing once

In a journey beyond space-time

Cutting through fantasy and self-deception

Like plumed razors.

2015