Feathers in the Sky - Poem
The term "Feathers in the Sky" made me think of time being like flying feathers rushing past second by second, minute by minute, hour by hour. I decided to create something around that idea. Here is what I came up with.
I hope you like it.
Yitzy Schweitzer
Time is like feathers in the sky,
Floating past you in waves,
You see them, impossible to count them,
They are a time lapse of forever, hours turning to days.
Sometimes the wind is slow,
So the feathers calm down,
At times, a rush, adrenalin,
Those feathers causing havoc throughout the town.
Occasionally, a feather falls to the ground,
A precious moment, captured in a millisecond of your time,
You pick up the feather, feel the soft texture,
A treasure of a moment, a precious gem, a dime.
Those falling feathers,
Are memories of another chapter,
When the pages turn, your fingerprints are still there,
Creating an impression so unique and clear.
Those feathers will wave at you,
When your mind drifts to the past,
A small reminder of times of old,
Times you wished would last.
All that you can do now,
Is watch the feathers fly in the gust,
If one is lucky to fall,
Pick it up and admire it, after washing of the dirt and dust.
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