tobago

go between the worlds

           where tides of time are drawn

seek the dreams infused with life:

           alabaster eggs of doves.

           waiting to be born

 

feel the souls of tiny birds

           descending from the light,

taking form of bone and wing:

           know the force that grows towards

           the alphabet of flight

                       – Pavitrata Taylor.

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