cocoon waiting for wings

Listening to this.

And reading this by Barbara Ras:

There were feathers and the light that passed through feathers.

There were birds that made the feathers and the sun that made the light.

The feathers of the birds made the air soft, softer

than the quiet in a cocoon waiting for wings...

And this by Langston Hughes:



THE DREAM KEEPER

by Langston Hughes

Bring me all of your dreams,
You dreamer,
Bring me all your
Heart melodies
That I may wrap them
In a blue cloud-cloth
Away from the too-rough fingers
Of the world.

And looking at light passing through leaves, and seeing in them impending flight, and sometimes, a flight that has been delayed, impaled. The dreams that a leaf holds, high up in the branches...