This Christmas day we took to flight,

my love and I to see if in this night (we might)

the wonders of the world behold;

and see if love could carry on untold.

My love, Lynette, a silver sheath,

we watched the world unfold beneath

us as we flew among birds and fowl,

I saw her as that lovely wingless owl.

So how come owls can fly so high,

she asked; I said again come love, and let us try.

And fly we did, among the cloudsm

and talked and touched among the puffy shrouds.

A duck, we hear, lives only once with mate;

a falcon rides the back of love he tastes,

and there's a hawk that glides about in haste.

And see the cooing pigeon sure misplaced.

We darted thru the cloudless mist

and talked to wingless spirits in our midst;

they bode us follow into the light

where life and love is endless day or night.

But we're not ready, said my love,

to melt into the sky above.

And so the spirits smiled and said anew,

We love all owls such as all of you.

We'll wait until your love has grown

beyond the Earthly limits you have known;

The splendor that you two have graced

wwill with heavenly pleasure be replaced.

We watched them fade away and through

a gate they drifted waving love adieu.

So again we asked how owls can fly?

" It's in the hearta," they said," the thought and sinless sky."

And now on Earth, another X-mas day,

we look to heaven's gate a life away.

Can everything we saw in flight

be just another dream to melt at night?

I love you, Rose Lynette

David