You are extremely creative

Flying very high and diving very deep

Darting around as quickly as a barn swallow in a summer lightning storm

“Clean and refreshing.”

Wasn’t that what I called you?

Not sure why I did.

Perhaps it was the light in your eyes

When we first met

Once I pried the groovy sunglasses off

To see them smile

“You seem so familiar to me.”

Wasn’t that what you said?

You are a bird

Just like the silver one around your neck

Fluttering by

I can feel the wind from your wings

I can’t catch you

I can only get a glimpse

In the distance

You are either with the other birds

Or singing a sweet tune

Always from afar

Call back to me!

Let me know you’re here

Hanging from shimmering threads

You dance in the darkness

Suspended from above

At home without gravity

Weightless wonder

Glimmering and shifting upwards

You twist and turn into the unseen and unknown

Falling and flying

Fluttering and spinning

Heaven sent you as an inspiration

Angelic acrobatic beauty

There is a mixture of longing, love and despair

When I hear your sweet bird song

The one that makes so much sense

I pause and listen to my inner voice

The one that just knows

Who cannot afford this fantasy for even one more moment

I had plenty of things to say

But it never seems to come out of my mouth, attached to a noise

There hasn’t seemed an opportunity to tell the truth

At any time

And that time that hasn’t been

Seems to be dwindling down

Even further

Precious are the moments between heart beats

Let us stop and breathe in the sweetness of life

Filling our nostrils and feeding hungry lungs

Dancing in rhythmic eternity

I decided to write to you

Because I gave up trying

I’m fed up with lying

To me and to you

I think you know this already

We are in a stuck place right now

Will it ever change?

Watching the aerial dance

With my feet on the ground

I don’t like heights and I can’t fly

But I can catch you if you fall!

You are of the sky

I know this

Flying forever free

On nothing but air

Dancing on a ribbon of clouds

I wake up

Out of my dream

It is over

I am relieved

There is nothing to do

Except go back to sleep

Until I wake once more

I am on the edge of aloneness

Stepping cautiously forward
Looking out over the abyss

I’m scared I’m going to fall to a painful death

Maybe I’m just afraid of flying?

Raven feathers trailing behind her
She moves without a movie

She looks like she could be an illusion
But that isn’t the case

She is a place where dark is light
light is dark

Sharing a mystical world of seeing
not seeing

Telling stories that should be said
but aren’t spoken

Subtle differences seem small
galaxies thin

When we share a honeyed glance
Across the Milky Way
Across the table

Slicing the unknowable into subsections
Then gluing it back together with vivid imagination

Identity, separation and the non-dual
These are the specials of the day

Laid bare to be seen by the microscope of mutual viewpoint
Connected and sustained by an inner world so small
It could fall through the pores of your skin

Sing the song of sadness with a smile
Crooked tears run backwards into souls aching well

Say goodbye to the black bird
Flying alone in the night

Holding your head on my chest
Your arm resting gently in mine

The smell of your hair relaxes my soul
Soothing fall to sleep

Taking this trip together
To the world of dreams

On our slumber sleigh bed
Flying above the clouds

White billowy cotton candy
Looks good enough to eat

On this night I ride with you