A Feather

A FEATHER I found a feather, I've seen them before, They used to mean nothing, now so much more. I used to walk past them, and pay no attention, It was not understood, they were doors to dimensions. They were signals and signs, arrows and guides, They were sent by the Spirits, where wisdom resides. It was during the darkest night, all alone, That a feather did wake me, with a light of its own. I feared the expression of witnessing such, The souls sharing space couldn't comprehend much. I stressed over judgement, and impending rejection, If one, never mind all, should be told my reflection. I sensed that my feather, was not just for me, That I was obligated, to set it free. I battled my fears, and spoke out aloud, "I saw a white feather, it resembled a cloud!" Most of the souls that ears did hear, Dismissed my claim, as they swallowed more beer. There was one single soul on whose ears it did fall, He had the strongest vibration of all. He knew right away of the vision I shared, In fact he created that time fabric tear. He asked of the Spirit, to send me that sign, He knew it would help me to open that eye. While the others looked on, searching for fun, A long, winding journey, for two souls, had begun