Feather of my yearning for life,
feather of my vain desire
to grind the mist with frivolous laughter at the sun,
feather of my longing for embraces
that fill the night with hushed tones,
feather of peace that listens to star-lit whispers
and echos them back to a tender heart of need,

I am the feather that will float in a breeze, carried
away to awaken in your slow decay
and return to the place of dreams,
to the skies of no boundaries or recalling of time,
by silently absorbing the impacts of harsh expressions
As I, the feather will find other meaningless destinations
to abide, weightless, waiting to be carried away in a
current

Viesta~ 98