pearl feathers you refuse to call white
scared it would mean something if you did
scared your scepticism will cup cold palms
around your warming neck and squeeze
what little belief you have out of you
a corpse will always be a corpse
but the soul of a wanderer will wander
into the wind and sky and I
and you too if you just let him
so let him
let him be the breeze
that forces you to stop counting
the number of days that have passed
since he last hugged you
let him be your buoy that
serves ground in an ocean
that knows of no stillness
let him be
the flickering light
the white butterfly
the fallen feather
he will be forever with us
let him be
Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 5:57 PM UTC
pearl feathers you refuse to call white
scared it would mean something if you did
scared your scepticism will cup cold palms
around your warming neck and squeeze
what little belief you have out of you
a corpse will always be a corpse
but the soul of a wanderer will wander
into the wind and sky and I
and you too if you just let him
so let him
let him be the breeze
that forces you to stop counting
the number of days that have passed
since he last hugged you
let him be your buoy that
serves ground in an ocean
that knows of no stillness
let him be
the flickering light
the white butterfly
the fallen feather
he will be forever with us
let him be
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