Black Bird White Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

The day dissolved into nightfall.
A dove fell into raven night.
I slept beside a waterfall
feathering dreams of black bird white.

The smell of pines was in the air.
I touched the moon's most holy light
and found my sisters sleeping there
feathering dreams of black bird white.

The river threaded into mist,
throughout the wood and out of sight.
I followed every turn and twist
feathering dreams of black bird white.

I watched the sun rise into flame.
All of the wrongs turned into right.
A gentle breeze, a sweet kiss came
feathering dreams of black bird white.

I nested into nothingness,
the magic muse of fancy flight
and melted with sweet tenderness
feathering dreams of black bird white.

A lineage of silent dead,
burning embers of stars tonight.
A little girl with arms wing-spread
feathering dreams of black bird white.

The Breath of Life spills into me.
The darkness is suddenly bright.
Guardians watch from every tree
feathering dreams of black bird white.

I taste the calm before the storm.
I have no fear of any height.
I am sheltered, well fed, and warm
feathering dreams of black bird white.