Owl Owl

Owl owl

soft in the sky
your white
flies dark
in your
infinite eyes.
You drift
a dandelion
as I
rooted to the
know flight
in your
curling arcs
wings delight
Could I fly
with you
and leave
an empty wake?
Could we fly
until morning
without a trace?

2 thoughts on “Owl Owl

  1. How lovely – and sad. Though the sad note may be just on my mind as my aunt shared my love for owls and now, that she is gone (but not without a trace as my thinikg of her seems to show) owls remind me of her and of my loss here. Thank you so much. Mischa

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