LIKE A FEATHER
I see the pages of my burning youth
Blown away lighter than a feather,
Yes, we've to deal with this bitter truth:
Birds of a feather, we're in this together.
The mountain of my arms have gone,
So are the lovely sunsets of your hair;
But when our voices have lost their tone
Let our dying breaths remain one ever.
Once I used to carry you like a feather
Now I'm a feather divorced from the flesh;
I've become so fragile I wonder whether
I could survive if I land on the softest place.
I had fallen badly for you in my early spring,
In my late autumn be my softest place to land.