Friday, October 23, 2009

Grey and White

Floating in a soft hurry,
No cares,
No worries.

Light winds push and stall,
I watch in silence,
Marvel at its proud fall.

The paths it may travel,
The roads,
The dreams that unravel.

Alone now separated from a whole,
Flying on its own,
The wet winds taking its toll.

Will it stay,
Yet it may go,
Does it bring good fortune this day?

No one sees its flight,
Swinging to and fro,
Quiet in its wake and vulnerable in its own right.

Simple thoughts and wishes,
Single feather,
Brings me unforgettable riches.