Feather
touch gentle strokes
wings caressing the wind
kissing the moist lips
of the evening mist
The window is open
the candle burns
the warm, rising essence
fills my wings
awakens memories
brings me back
to the heart of dreams
the stirring of a restless soul
pounding away
at a stone cold shield
struggling to unlearn
They hooked me good
with pretty pictures
and happy endings
They scold me, they beat me
they nail me to a cross
To save my soul
they bury it
under layer upon layer
of horrific fears
I only wanted
what I didn't need
now I need
what these arms can't reach
There are so many paths
across these waters
but this compass of old
only leads me in circles
outside myself
to ride
the acrid pendulum of history
swinging back and forth again
I strive to learn a new way
To see your face
through the fog of my illusion
through my patterns of acting
as if I knew what life was about
There's a gentle rustle of
leaves
I need to shut down
the noise in my head
long enough to hear
the whispering wind
hear the messages
across the miles
breathe the sweet air of freedom
feel the feather strokes
upon my flesh
Within these open arms
that reach out to fly
is the imprint of your body
I call your name
and you answer from within
I flow with tears of joy
and I feel my meaning
I close my eyes
follow my heart
follow my course
along the shifting wind
Feather
touch 