23 August 2011

As a feather flies

Life is short but lasts forever
nothing changes or stays together
what we see and what we find
drift away like a feather

now we see within our mind
something of a different kind
that lingers on to find a way
and saves the heart for another day

no matter how far apart
like a board that holds a dart
young love is often true and yearning
for the match to keep it burning

and as it stands without dismay
bringing light to the darkened day
as I wait for  you alone
and we shall walk, together, home

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