Feather

We found, abound with butterflies,
a place the rain is kept so warm.
So kiss these lips one time for me,
and maybe just forever more.
It’s just you. Oh, would you dance for me?
Entrancing me,
where the jealous face of man can see.

‘Til these words rise up and slowly sneak,
from out the cell where trapped behind my teeth,
hide all my sweet and all my precious thoughts,
that I should free before they’ve lost their lot.

As I recall you said to set this song,
upon a world that once could do no wrong,
Down to a place that’s dark as deepest wells,
and shine this truth in the corners, where light rebels.

Perhaps, one day this fevered pulse may still,
your silver skin has bent an iron will.
My crown was broke, afoot the golden hill,
to bloom a perfect flower, that never could frill.

Oh, no, don’t stow
Oh, no you don’t,
not like you did before.
Just let that feather swim in ink,
in cursive, may he spill that ageless lore.

So let the shield down by your feet,
and let them watch two hearts so sweet,
converge and run beyond the sea,
to the place we’ve kept in history.

To the mantle hung above the fire,
to the faded frame we strung with wire.

On the greatest king’s throne,
I was left all alone.
Until the prettiest smile was your very own,
until your laughter would warm every frostbitten bone.

Sweet little star, you’ve been soaring far,
with two proud constellations sewn into your belt.
Both were yours to command, or reject out of hand.
But here while we lay, may all young hearts still melt,
once they see what you’ve shown me.
I’ve found out what truly it means to be free.



It’s past words, even scribbled in the heart’s truest ink,
those red as the rose still that ails the thorn.
The stone-heavy shoulders, watching me struggle and sink,
were no match for the lift, when again I was born.

I was one road upon the tattered map,
one wave that lost itself at sea,
Then your gentle fingers turned the key,
freed of its cage, a calm heart tied in dream.

Until the day this crowded earth resigns,
its greatest love to skate these abstract skies.
To walk a fine trail, drawn into the clouds,
if just to speak more sweet than life allowed.

Rising star, you’ve seen the dust of existence
seen the first formal start, and the turbulent fall.
No man has a heart with too strong a resistance,
than to peek in, to just steal a glance at it all.

You’re my star, just as I am your favorite locket,
the one that swings from your neck,
where I’m there to shine out.
To sing the good news for those down on the wreck,
that the feeling is real, there’s no questions about,
what I did to deserve it, with no urge to turn back,
when your love for me brings all the stones that I stack.

To build us a bridge reaching here to that star,
the one that’s asking for us, as he’s flown fast and far.

That littlest star, where the planets all look,
to bring them strength, and their stories, and an affluent brook,
always swimming with hearts still suspended in time,
and its yours dear that has found its name carved into mine.

Sweetest you were,
the lock and key, sank to the depth of the ocean;
a swallow of that rumored drink, where endless time lay fast asleep .
The only words my memory stole, amidst a delicate rhyme,
and the breath in between those most permanent lines.

Until I swept that dirt from off your chest,
and saw those eyes from behind that gilded crest.
Until my mind caught time with the worn out clocks,
until you fed this heart with a thousand shocks,
and when you shook it from a long and lazy rest,
my eyes awoke to see that life can still be blessed.

Little star, thy name is truly love,
just as the homesick quill pursues his dove.