Birthing the Lucifer star

by donna bartley

After he'd been fed and sung once more he didn't as usual fly away, but rather sat upon the sill chirping away. Unused to the speech of Eagles she knew not what he said but called upon her barrowed light to translate.

  Eagle Flying bye chirped out thanks and farewell after a long silence. Rubbing his beak against her cheek, a gleam formed in the bird's eye to mingle with her own. Taking to flight the Eagle knew that a little loneliness was better than many of the alternatives but he knew the feeling of being loved. He slowly walked toward the front door of the hospital putting the escape plan into action.........

  As the cat bird flew behind the Eagle, the winds shifted, and suddenly Shirley's wingspan grew until she was almost as big as Eagle Flying bye. She would need the strength and speed to reach Cape Canaveral. Abruptly she turned south. The eagle noted that there were no clouds above, the water below had turned to pure blue, the breeze was so light, yet cool against the fire that silhouetted his spanning wings. Eagle Flying Bye turned to fly in ever widening circles, making a sky born whirlpool of jet stream clouds, waiting to see what her next move would be.

  He sang a new melody, even more powerfully sung than before, his long slender beak moving gently as the flow of notes lined up in perfect outpouring of spirit. Even the sun gleamed brighter with each note that flowed outwards, the seas calmed to near stillness, even the winged creatures of the air ceased flying to give full center stage to the mighty crooner in the sky. An answering melody came from behind him, with notes so matching his own, at first he was startled by what he was hearing.

  Turning with wings moving slowly he looked back, eyes growing large in amazement. There flying towards him was the most beautiful young wanbli he’d ever seen. She seemed to be made of heavenly down, yet had the pure white of untainted marble. Her feathers danced lightly on her wings, as she glided. Her feathers stood up on end in a twirling motion, he would call her 'Dancing Feather'.

  So it started: a new beginning. After the self doubt and imprisonment, Shirley realized that an overwhelming feeling of happiness and contentment leads to an equilibrium effect. The pleasure must return to equal the bad, to balance life. The cup of life filled: half full, half empty.

  The clarity of life was before them. They could see all of life's colors shining in their true magnificent brilliance: the carmine reds, royal blues, midnight blacks, and envious greens. All distinct; converse to the mélange of one indistinct gray depressing world of human routine. Some people see only black and white, while the rest step outside the boundaries of slavery to observe the surreal shades of gray which the watchers wish them to perceive. The eagles on the other hand, have reached another level of vision color. Not the type of color on a television screen or a painting, but the colors of life which cannot be comprehended by just anyone. Even the most famous artists could not paint these colors. They cannot be created; only visualized, which is why the truly great artists are tormented beings. They could not convey the beauty they had discovered, only a mere interpretation of true emancipation.

  Now the two graced the sky, one with the luminosity of life's passion and one who holds the purity of heart with the sure perception of unadulterated love. With a depth of compassion, Shirley vowed to make a commitment, giving up all for one blessed perfect love, letting go of the mere earth bound things, letting the wings grow from the heart, from the soul, with unmatched feeling, then at last, the two became one spirit, soaring, diving, catapulting, flying free , a moment in heaven.

  Life's dreams

  A miracle to me it seems,

  That I have touched upon life's dreams.

  Now the happiness I thought I'd find

  Lies so impressive upon my mind.

  My thoughts of death, a vicious scheme

  Has left me for some time,

  Rejoice I've found life's dreams.

  Defeated heart and tattered soul

  I suffered all to reach this goal,

  This drove me from my childhood

  To strive for the rights of womanhood

  While more worldly men still in control

  of incidents, some bad some good

  My piec-ed body reached its whole.

  Such happiness do I deserve?

  And does it really take some nerve?

  To tell the world that I've found love?

  Or should I curse the stars above?

  For pleading with my mind to curve

  To my inner self to seek the dove

  To which my heart could serve?

  Enough of foolish thoughts my friend

  Its time your sadness found an end.

  Shout to the world you found your dream

  Forget that foregone blackened stream

  For you have found what God does send

  To darkened stars to make them gleam,

  And the joy that's yours shall never end.