Late at night I dream.
A bird flies gracefully in the moonlit sky.
Its feathers are of purest white.
A sweet cry escapes its elegant beak.
A gentle lullaby for any who care to listen.
The beating of its great wings sends a light breeze down to the quietearth below. The stars shimmer as the magnificent creature passes.
Take me with you, O winged one.
Take me away through the stars.
Where are you going with such mild urgency?
Take me with you.
The beautiful prowess of the mystical creature gives off a glow in thedarkness of the night.
The bird flies into the moonlight as it had done so many times before.
It flies into the future, or perhaps... the past?
Good journey, my friend.
Our paths shall cross again.