The Flight of One Feather

 

Would that the words did flow like the wind

Refreshed they would blow, no need to rescind

A statement in haste, insensibly cast

For oh, what a waste to condemn to the past

Such a storybook love, archetypal liaison

For one thorn through the glove, one frightful occasion

Of self-centered blindness, vituperative spite…

 

Do grant me the kindness, in recuperative light

Of the faith among friends, and acknowledge me

Your grace for amends, this apology.

I ask if you please but a slight change of weather

A repast, a reprieve, the flight of one feather

For birds in the air, leaving no trace

Were but scarcely there, and took up no space.