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