now and then
birds shed feathers in flight —
and just like that
we release our dreams
into the endless blue sky
The poem was created on August 10, 2024. The visualization based on the text comes from the cyber intelligences DALL-E and Microsoft Designer.
Dream Feathers is a metaphor comparing our dreams and hopes to the feathers that birds lose while flying. This poetic merging captures the essence of our life’s journey: just as birds naturally and often unnoticed shed their feathers, we humans, over time, let go of some of our dreams. Both happen, at times, involuntarily.
The image of the sky’s blue reinforces the association with freedom and boundlessness, while also emphasizing the fleeting nature of our eternal striving. The Dream Feathers symbolize the sometimes painful but natural process of growth and change, where we release certain aspirations to make room for new ones. Much like birds lose feathers to grow new ones—or simply because they have aged or were lost in a struggle.
Does the sky have its own scent?
Of course, the sky doesn’t have a smell; not at all, it’s just air. And unless something is dissolved in it, there’s no fragrance to speak of. Or is there?
Perhaps it’s the faint breath of an unfathomable freshness, like the first deep breath on a crystal-clear morning. A scent so pure and untouched, it reminds one of freshly washed sheets gently dancing in the sunlight.
Within this ethereal essence is a note of infinity—barely tangible yet ever-present. It’s as if you’re inhaling the vastness itself, a breeze carried to us from the horizons of the world. This heavenly scent holds the clarity of a mountain stream, cool and refreshing, as if you’ve just reached the summit of a majestic peak.
Breathing deeply, you catch a hint of sunlight—yes, light seems to have a scent now. It’s warm and golden, filled with the promise of endless summer days. With every breath, you feel your worries drift away, carried by a breeze of freedom that only the open sky knows.
And then, softly, almost imperceptibly, you are enveloped by the scent of stillness. It is like a gentle sigh from the universe, bringing peace and serenity to your core. Now you understand: the sky smells of possibilities, of dreams, and of the true poetry of existence.