"Stolen Sky" Inspired by The Raven and the Dove:

Stolen Sky

Wind that whispers in my ear

and then streaks through my feathers

as speed increases,

sun that kisses my face

and then warms my soul

as I draw closer,

clouds that beckon for me

and then race me downwind

as I fly circles around them,

the reality that was.

Now I only fly in my dreams,

aching at every waking glance at the sky,

even though my residual wings

are fully healed.

Without the sky to wrap around myself,

the surprise of a current,

and the teasing of stars just out of reach,

happiness has been torn away from me

as surely as my wings.

I am not whole –

I will never be whole again.

Every cell of my being,

every hollow bone,

every tatter of my soul

feels the missing sky.

The sky that has been stolen.

The piece

of my sky

that has been stolen.