feathers are falling, out from my heart
emptying, fleeing, flying about..
where can they go to have safe passage out,
where can they go to save their devout..
such delicate, tenders, they never would know
that day come to hollow, day to forgo..
all passing by with the speed of light’s tow,
night would be blessing, yet now all to woe.
feathers light falling, deep to the airs
here tender mights buried
like sweetened lost prayers.
©2012 Linda Willows