Searching the Skies

The sun, the moon, and the stars bring about the heat of the day.  Finding meaning in something that is intangible is like the donkey in a creche set.  Could he have actually have carried a pregnant woman that whole way?  In it's wood whittled form, it is just cute and sweet.  In imagery, it takes on a whole heroic nature and a mythic central character in a classic play.  The reality of the sky is like that donkey.  It is forming a reality from just a simple image we view every day.  There was The North Star in that story, but no birds in the sky.  It seems like there should have been a royal falcon on the shoulder of the king with the myrrh.  It's wings and message would spread over all lands and its loyalty would be paramount to all animals in that novella.  It is the falcon's eyes that people would see glowing red from the heights of the sky.  A magical revolution song would play naturally in its background.  On this day, I call on the birds of prey to come and follow me every day.  I do see you in my skies, but I now invite you to be behind my eyes for eternity.  It will be like a sentinel Middle Eastern Policeman astral projector in my frontal lobe and memory documenting everything.