The Feather Which Fell From the Heavens

So gently, so gently it begins its descent.

To the world it falls, here in the present.

It is here. I feel it. I know where it landed.

Up over this hill and behind the tree,

Lies a gentle wonder, full of beauty and free.

By its colour, I know its face.

What a magnificent thing, full of power and grace.

How wonderful to see you, my old friend.

I had began to wonder where you'd gone.

For once in my life, I thought I was alone.

Yet, here you are with your name.

You'd be happy to learn I haven't forgotten the game.

You strive through everything you do, you really do.

I have missed you so much, you truly must know.

Do you remember the summers? Or the fresh morning snow?

I hold you here in my shaking hand.

You are so beautiful, you must understand.

I never understood what you saw in me.

But in my eyes, you'll always be there.

Please don't leave, that wouldn't be fair.

As time went on, I began to forget you.

You faded away, I don't know where you went to.

Did I care, or did I just let you be?

After all, who could've known that like a tree

your greet autumn like soul meets the ground:

you go everywhere, yes, but you don't come around.

I have spent my hours, standing in rainy showers,

only to collide with the inevitable fact:

I wasn't the one in danger, but it was infinity I lacked.

The truth remains that I cannot age away from time,

but if you truly believed in me,

you would not hear,

"I'm fine."