The Soul and the Falcon

Another catharsis, another day of fear and tears tearing down the mirror of the past, yet this time it is different.

She has stepped through that inner shell, strapped by stony silence into an improbable infinity spread out around her, embracing everything she touches and feels with a warm and quiet wonderment. She hears birdsong, not noise and her heart reaches out to wrap the rest of her life in acts of love, not barbed defiance. It could not have been possible this way without being taken up to soar beyond the horizon on the wings of an angel, who descended and embalmed her soul with Simplicity, deep Desire and Truth.  He not realizing in turn,  to what extent  that invitation to self-forgiveness has set her free, stumbles on earth too long lest he need break her fall  - endangering his immortality by his darkest, deepest wanting. The crescent of such danger stalks her  shadow , but knowing death can never be as hollow as loneliness, she unties the mask over his eyes. The falcon and the soul, eye to eye touch why seasons and time can never keep them apart.