On the shadowed edgeof the causeway’s secluded tunnel,I see blurry streaksof bespeckled light. Nothing is certain here –not a breath of wind in sight –only the feeling of movement;of something tender and bright. The tunnel’s inner funnel humsand flutters with a quiet fire.Suddenly, spirited birds erupt –wings sparkling, sprightly flyers. Then, ceremoniously,they luminously journey towardthe renaissance ...

Arisewith my light.I am calling youfrom beyond the black sea.Open your eyesand fly to me. Ascendfrom the holy landand the burning sand.Release your soul,and fly to me. Believein what you see.I am within sight,here, beyond every silent night.Free your wingsand fly to me. Editor: Erynn Crittenden