Michael you are a messager from above for in my stupper here you have the words that my wounded soul needs to hear.
Your word play and subtle message for those of us on this planet wanting desparately to hear. So I rejoice and encourage you to look deep into you soul and write dear Michael write. I send a my gift to you. Keep on keeping on.
jacqueline biggs below was writen be me. smile dear one.
On silken wings
On silken wings I hover, just long enough to see.
Salty tidal waters crash upon a concrete pier.
Standing like some ancient sentinel
Those blackened wooden pillions useful to thy and me.
Securing above a well trodden promenade used in some bygone year.
Bobbing on churning surface waves
Vessels many of a more human design.
Lay exposed to the elements of time.
Softly breaking waters along sandy restful bays.
Those hot sunny days we spread our wings to dry and recline.
Long before my time, it is remembered.
Isolation and inclement weather kept away those upright creatures.
Change now has sprouted from this very earth
Enclaves of these beings now sheltered
Upon our hallowed shores they require a preacher.
To know what we by instinct know to be true.
That even with they’re billowing chimney stacks
Emitting aromatic waved of survival.
Simplicity has been attained by thy, because, thy grow
In time, laborious time you broke your own tender backs
As my brethren fly past, on fluttering wing
I seared my pain to the heavens.
Thinking now of my own survival
Dreams persist of just what an abundant school of savory salmon may bring
To the hungry mouths where I should be, my own little haven.
They Simply Beckon
Yet
Is that not what all beings do?