My Heat And My Feather Poem by Thomas Case

You were a woman of soft gray
skirts and glasses, little boy in tow at that
place we met where the clocks stopped for awhile.
As the years pounded by, you became
my pasture of Heaven; my honey-suckle friend.
Your waterfall love washed over me.
It cleansed me like a violet stream,
dappled by the sun through the leaves on
the Cottonwood trees.

Once, I dreamed that we flew together on
the back of a bluebird and laughed until
our jaws ached and we ate honeydew until the
juice ran down our face and dripped onto
the birds wings.

But, we always wake from dreams,
and birds fly away and build nests...
Yet, I know the light that shines through
you...that exudes from your soul
will always be my heat and my feather.