Feathers and Stones

I have seen your feathers and stones in my dreams.

Sometimes they hang down from the stars,
and sometimes they appear to float as leaves on a stream.

The light plays upon the feathers and stones,
casting shadows onto the surface below.

As I walk between the shadows,
above me appears a web woven of golden thread.

With the tips of my fingers, I reach up to feel the delicate web.

Instead of the web, my fingertips touch your hands....