Shivering out in the cold,
A feather floated gently,
Out of ways she had been told,
Out of all insanity.
The feather flew with the wind,
Free to take all the wrong roads,
She felt every heart that was to bind,
Free from every tears they crowed.
She saw a glistening light away,
Lost into the night and dark,
She saw a star brightening her way,
With that tender colorful spark.
The feather strived into the gusts,
To reach the star and its glitter,
She fought the murk and knew she must,
Find the warmth of its shimmer.
The higher she went,
The harder it became,
And as her fluff could smell its scent,
The bleak had her stem maimed.
Shivering out on the ground,
A feather cried softly,
And there was no one around,
To hear her stranded love story.
