I see a feather <br />As it floats down to me <br />From high above <br />From loose, a birds wing <br /> <br />I reach out and touch it <br />With only my fingers <br />But something inside me <br />Stirs memories that linger <br /> <br />What others dream of <br />What others know of <br />I once held too <br />For I once knew love <br /> <br />Just like this feather <br />That drifts down to me <br />When love it does come <br />It comes so gently <br /> <br />While it is in the hand <br />My own breath it floats away <br />So gently it does come <br />So quickly goes away <br /> <br />I once knew love <br />It seemed so right <br />When it did come to me <br />I held on tight <br /> <br />And by my own breath <br />I watched it float away <br />For what once was yesterday <br />Is gone now today.<br /><br />Bill Simmons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-feather-2/
