Flurries of feathers

blow with the wind

as I walk slowly through the dusky evening.

The sky like huge puffs of smoke

around the dark mountains

no sign of life.

Only the dark grey owl up 

in the tree I see

perched on the branch so mysteriously.

Slowly, as I walk along

the slow moving wind pushes me on

flurries of feathers beseech to me

to carry me.

The half-moon is out now, the air so mystical

the night moves on, as I tread along

the winding road, to watch 

sparking stars flicker,send magnets of 

light to my body.

Moon now full, night is still, still.

the night reaches for me, enfolds me

entwines me, to claim me

this one mystical night.

the night, only for me.