Today I’m reminded of the wings in the shadows,
an old dream I once had about spirits traveling with little notebooks and sending messages back to the universe.
Sometimes warning that the seas would be rough ahead,
other times forecasting calm conditions,
navigators reporting back on the way forward.
We heed your call,
we’re souls of ancient rain.
Watchmen looking for shooting stars, romance and dreamers.
Look closely and you’ll see us in all of our grace,
swimming by, gazing at the stars,
searching for the water under the bridge.
Happy New Year Friends!