This morning is still…so still that it invades me…heartbeat slows…breath deepens. And, for a moment I believe with all my soul that whatever will be…can be….
The only sound…an owl cutting through the darkness…resonant and pure…
Who, he asks
Who…
Stately and noble I imagine him to be…commanding of his chosen perch and even of the night itself…
The moon is so far away from full that darkness shrouds the world in pitch…making his call more poignant with every moment…
Who are you…who were you once upon a time…who will you be when given the chance…one day…
Who does he ask…who will listen…anyone…or only me…
Who do you sing to across the unknown…who do you dance with upon the deep…
Who whispers tenderly when no one hears…who blows kisses when no one sees…
Who cares for you when all other eyes are sleeping…who do you dream of in your night’s repose…
Who do you silently suppose…
Who makes a difference in who you are…whether near or far…who, my love…
Who, he queries endlessly…flying me high on his wondering wings…
Day approaches and his notes suddenly become as silent as he is invisible to me…
Deeper into the trees he makes his way…once again he waits in solitude for the starry night to return in soft embrace…leaving me to face the light on my own…
With nothing but the echo of his solitary question thundering through my slowly beating heart…
who…
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ellie894 May 2018
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