Poet 11586

Feathers are light

Feathers are light, I want to be this light.
Slowly as the sun willowing, creeping, coming
across this room, then your face, I will touch
run my hand quickly across your face.
How about the top of your head?
That I know so much.
I see it frequently. I am slow.
You are hesitant. Between the two of us.
Somebody will love with the strength
of the night, the day, the sunset.
Seagulls remind me always that I am forever
You, my love, join me in this journey
Following, stalking, wind blowing....
Chasingan elusive eternity.