#moonight
A single feather
Floats into the lost
Darkness.
Naked and silent;
Free in flight.
A swan
Makes way
To my opened window
Which had broken
The moon's reflection.
Snowflakes drop
Forming a standstill
Of life....
Love had melted
Its touch
As my fingers curl
Through the softness
Of the swans white feathers.
©Jack Aylward
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 7:53 PM UTC