Mask (part 4)
Feathers brush my new skin like a lover’s touch.
“Who are you,” Owl whispers into my heart.
“Who am I, Mother Father God,” I pray,
“What am I?”
Warmth and Light envelop me.
“Ah yes,” I sigh, “I remember.”
Feathers brush my new skin like a lover’s touch.
“Who are you,” Owl whispers into my heart.
“Who am I, Mother Father God,” I pray,
“What am I?”
Warmth and Light envelop me.
“Ah yes,” I sigh, “I remember.”
