Imagination stirs in the liquid night
Softly falling from the scintillating constellations
Ice-white, it swirls, winding, spiraling down gently
Meeting my embrace at the threshold of the universe
Then closes in gracefully at the heart of my bosom - it ends its journey
It rests with blissful comfort, endowing peace unto troubled chaotic minds
Out of the turmoil, it roams the Netherworld
I am blind, yet unlost - running soaring flying
The galaxy the road beneath my feet and stardust for wind
I can taste the shimmer and the glitter of the air that really isn't, no it really isn't
And I long to search it out and to find it, to grasp it and to understand it
To pluck it out of mid-air from the air that really isn't
To gather it from the windstorm
To hold it
And to feel it rest in the palm of my hand
With unbelievably breathless speed I race ahead
Racing towards the distant glamour of the glowing fiery orb
Just longing to hear it smile
Just longing to feel it sing
Just longing to locate and embrace
The elusive feathers in the wind.
~ pearlcific