a white light gentle feather
lay there on my window sill
since the middle of the night
not one not two not any birds in sight
a small light breeze blow it forward
and onto my bedroom floor
it danced there with such grace
my eyes were water filled in a race
an accidentle sneeze brought it up beside me
it lay peacefully on my pillow
without a single sound
i didnt move an inch or speak a single word
for i was feared a little noise will take to another world
i woke up the next morning
and the feather was gone
maybe it was a dream
no it couldnt be this i know
it went back to a world a world of its own
a white light gentle feather
lay there on my window sill one night
