Souls of a Feather

It is Winter
and we ride together
just like always
we are souls
of a feather

There are geese
in the valley
and snow
in the hills
we bring gloves
for the weather
for souls
of a feather

We spit fire
and rage
like the hawk in flight
like a stormy night

Eagles soar
above
beyond
unlike our hands
glued to each other
sticky
like sand

Lost in the turmoil
of wind
and rain
lost together
walking
flying
like the souls
of a feather

Herons reach
into the grass
a mouse
a lens
focused
a car
flight
and to another field
afar

We are manic
like the wind
and a tempest
in the storm
we are passion
like the love
between
two souls
of a feather

between the lines
the fine print
the ties that bind
heaven sent
like the rocks
in the river
flow to the sea
souls of a feather
you and me

there is color
in black
and white
and there is color
in the souls
of a feather
indeed the color of the sun
of sunflowers
of fish
and trees
a star on my arm
for all to see

At the end of the day
when the golden air
is cool and gentle
I will whisper
to my lover
You are my finest dream
Forever and ever
Souls of a Feather