Stagnant dust settles upon the cold shores of the present.
I flutter to the ground, disturbing cosmic dust while warping the astral web in universal autonomy.
A beacon of the dark light of the absolute attracted me to her calm virginal pool, as a moth to the cool flame.
I've found her.
Princess, priestess of centuries past.
The eye of Horus hovering over us in watchful silence.
Our wings detached at birth, symbolically infused into our freedom.
Lacerations in the false fabric of physical plane, welcoming us to come and go freely past time's crooked veil, while our body lie behind in witherance.
And if I must leave her behind once more, as has been done in past lives and in between omnipotent duties as a winged one of many wings and many eyes, I shall return to you, transcending space and time to return to my beloved, to drown in my arms, whatever body she may inhabit.
© Sebastian Grey