Tails

Puffy scribbles
writing their mysterious messages
across the skies,
author anonymous,
but signature
left for the soul
to ponder the voice.

Just as a season
wags its images
in one's mind,
so the feather fluff
of alabaster
leaves a staining stroke
upon one's senses.

Gossamer alabaster finger
pointing towards the heart
and also unto heavens,
composing a silent song
heard by the spirit.

Streaking its plume
into our darkness
if there is room
between the eyes
for knowing
more floats in the cosmos
than stars.