Above, Upon and Beyond the Edge

Upon, Above and Beyond the Edge Upon, above, and beyond the edge, they glide, yellow-tailed spirits, their wings dark mirrors of mountains as old as stars. Glasshouse spires rise, guardians of the dreaming. A cry rings out—kee-ow, sounds between longing and rain. The artist stands, watching them soar, her gaze following the rhythm of wings, a raucous cacophony of birdsong, resilience in motion. For in their dark plumage glows the secret pulse of nature: light and shadow, held forever in the wide arc of sky.