Wild birds of the night | poetry

I want to tell you a story … 

But I can’t find the right words for this out-of-this-world starry night …

At night, the wild birds always walk alone.

dropping their wings to their audience _

It was you – from heaven to earth and again back to me,

under, through you, in between, whole and above ….

the soul waited for the mind to align, finally, as

one