limbs heavy, eyes empty,
I lay to rest at night.
when day comes, I'll sit and wait,
to see angels take flight.

they fly on past, wind in their wings,
while I am chained to the ground.
they feel my stare, and see me here,
only pity to be found.

one came down, and erased my frown,
and told me her name was heather.
we talked all day, but she could not stay,
but left behind a feather.

now every night, with a glow of light,
I look at the feather only I can see.
and in my dream, she is by the stream,
my friend is waiting for me.