Feathers

There's a room I can glimpse in my mirror

Far and far from my home

This room is a river of fire

And this room is a circle of stones

This room is a plain that's as wide as the world

And this room is a land unknown

This room is a place where the owl calls

Through forests of mystery

And this room is a shore where the wild wave horses

Toss their white manes in the sea.

Feathers for my mirror

Feathers for my wings

Feathers for the world

Where the wild wolf sings

Feathers for my stories

Feathers for my pain

Feathers for my shelter

From the night's dark rain.

But if this room is a shadow

And if this room is a dream

And if this room is only a room

Then how would my mirror seem?

But feathered is my mirror

Feathered are my wings

And feathered is the world

Where my wild wolf sings

Feathered is the drum

Feathered is the moon

Feathered is the heart

That journeys alone.

And each feather that I find on my pathway

Each feather I must work to earn

I will know for each feather

That I give to my mirror

My mirror gives me one in return.