The Owl and the Jamie Lopez
I was walking through the Otherwhere, picking dreams to put in my pocket
Like a deer in the headlights I stopped frozen in my tracks for there you were.
I’d seen others before in this place I travel to, but never as intensely as that moment.
You smiled, your blue eye flashing a secret code of knowledge to my spirit
I tilted my head perplexed because I’d never tried to talk to the people I found
I usually just witnessed their activities but didn’t interrupt their travels.
But you, you blinked again, your golden eye flashing beneath sunset pink hair.
You gestured gently to pick up what you were trying to share. I couldn’t
You frowned, your sapphire hair obscuring your lemony eyes. Your heart smiled
You pulled the stitching around the edges of your heart and allowed me to dive
It was mystical and cosmic as you showed me your walking place. I wept, you smiled.
You took my hand and helped me over the threshold, panting with wildness
I could see the owl. The golden dance of blacks, oranges, browns, and wisdom
Refreshed, invigorated with passion. This time I smiled my rainbow smile at you.
Your aqua hair flashed silver fins of water splashing brightly as you disappeared
That moment was exactly when I knew, I could enter different paths. You showed me.
With permission from myself and the others I meet, I can go anywhere I need.
Only in the Otherwhere can I hear the Divine voice of creativity that calls my name intimately.