Echoing Night

Loons in the bay
Scorpio rising
I voiced a call that was returned in the echoing night
You arced in beside me for a three day flight
And I awoke with feathers and the urge to write
Owl wings
The summer thermal mass
Covering our bodies in a lighted canopy
The rhythms of the moon pull you close to me
Carried on a hammock drifting out to sea
You laugh for another midnight
And all the synchronism that brought us here