Birds

I dreamed of birds-
Silken black and pearl white
Floating and fluttering
Waving wings with
Wide feathers like fronds of a tree
They ate of me-
Reflected in eyes that could
See only shadows
Knowing a greater truth, wishing to share it--
Landed on me-
Breathing in whispers
Notes of song like drops on a rose
Sent by the Essence who fills all things
They weaved stories in their nests
Tangles of rough words that grated
Along with twigs
I listened to them
And wept when they were gone
Now- their stories are finished
But their feathers remain
A reminder that the greatest story is yet to be told.