The Wedding Vow

I walked the fields in early morn
no sound among the mist
I longed for more, my lover's touch,
his lips that I did kiss.

We came this way
not but a day
ago when we were wed;
we pricked our skin,
sealed blood within
eternal vows, we said.

The crumbled church comes into view
the dewy brambles clear
"I've come at last to wait for you!"
my bridegroom, he is near.

The ancient stones
had formed our home
the altar, it still stood;
desires awoke
from what we spoke--
I'm now his wife, for good.

I wore no white
but lace of light,
a blue to match his eyes;
the heavens rejoiced
the bond we voiced
and feathers fell from skies.

They softly turned and floated down
and touched upon his face
a wind then came from all around
and wrapped us in embrace

'O feathers, more feathers
colors of forest heathers
soon encased my love;
they formed his wings
what curious things--
and then he flew above!

Alas, my dearest,
do not fear this!
He soothed as he took flight;
An owl, he became
when I took his name--
the sky fell into night.

I go this way
to prepare our place
and return tomorrow, morn.
Go, gather your thoughts
and all you ought
to need for what was born


And now I wait among the stones
that made the church foundation;
He's coming now to take me home
to live in love's elation.

He steps out from
the mist with some
smile that's filled with knowing;
A man, once more,
from owl's form
Come, take my hand--we're going.

Yes, my love sealed with a kiss
and now here comes the hiss
of feather-winds, wrap us around--
I'm going his way, now.