I returned to my childhood home. I went to the aviary of forgotten birds. What are they doing still trapped in this reality? All traces of life had vanished. Even the house was a ghost beside me. Or was a ghost to the house? Who's reality is the right one? Who is apparition and who is not apparition? We are bound to each others thoughts. We share the one consciousness. It was time that I healed the birds. Many had died or were singing in their bones on the avairy floor. Some I felt their ghosts zip past my ears like faeries. The cage would not hold them to this time. But you who remained, why had you chosen this place in time?
Except for the tiniest finches that I grabbed like moths, the birds hovered close. One by one they flew into my hands for the ointment. Little creatures I feed you the healing elixirs and soon you will be set free. Have you ever places your finger on the tiny breast bone of a bird? Its clawed feet curled upon its feather. Its brightest eyes, little universes, singing to your heart. Then was even a tiny grey cat. It slunk into my palm and stretched so that its spine rippled and elongated. I covered the cat in the ointment, so that it too would survive and flourish. It was a cat the size of a finch. This is not the place that you think that you know.
I found you sitting in the avairy. You were watching me. I had not seen you until I felt your eyes upon by back. You were wearing a dark suit. You had come from nowhere. You skin was like snow. You thinning hair was strawberry blonde. Your eyes warmly non-human. In my mind I asked you about the land of snow. You returned with a smile of the golden sun. In my mind I threw several trees onto the ground before us. They sprang into life like conifers. You smiled and laid low. You were a landscape ready to receive them.
If I had cast a stone you would be a mirror unbroken. If I had drawn down the night sky, you would have shone like a moon. If I had dragged the waters behind me creating islands and estuaries, you would have built the bridges. If I had dropped beneath the sea, you would have sang the tides onto the islands. When I spun my mist of invisibility you looked towards my general direction. When raised several mountains with my thoughts, you found my location. Strange man on the borders of my solitary world. Who are you here?
You skin was so soft. Your face like an egg that had never been touched by the sun. "I just…" my hand reached up to touch you cheek. It was the first time I had spoke. "You just what," you took my hand and placed it upon the borders of your cheek and jaw line. It was so permanent, like old stone. But something was living beneath that surface. I thought I would disappear into that world and so I looked beyond you. But your pale skin lost its sense of boundaries. Soon our eyes were locked onto each other again. "I know you," I said, in no uncertain terms. The colour of my facial skin was changing. It began to glow and brighten. You were opening the galaxies in my eyes. Soon we would find each other as endless beings.
This was entirely an unexpected event. Now I must wake myself up. Not from a dream but from this reality. I must return to the 3D world. I know I will find you again. Now that we have met we will always be meeting. I do not know who you are, only that we have shared this soul. The soul is a psychic landscape where we meet. We are each others thoughts. When we kiss the stars will leave our mouths like bubbles. Deep space is simply another ocean that we breath in. Man in the dark suit, you are the closest I have come to an angel. Eyes from a snowy filled land, you think that I have come to heal you. So we are healed then.
You and I are co-creators. Like me, you were lost. You had changed your identity. You had no name that you cared to describe. You waited in a motel room, with the curtains drawn. You eyes wide in the twilight. You spoke several languages spanning multiple times. Howling landscapes of love. Endless possibilities.
