Hearts Light as Feathers

Soon is such a vague term, used to appease the individuals concerned

How soon is now, fired back

it seems patience for this surely lacks…

“This will all be over soon,” sounding like a speakerphone from an apparent empty side room.

I sweep and sweep but this damn broom,

won’t reach what haunts from noon to noon

you’re stuck here now in the crevices I can only assume, never fading

your echo it looms…

For you and I will always be waiting,

patiently all while regaining

lost information from the wavelengths, interpretations abating…a new understanding awaiting,

from ALL angles cascading

Time and his consort destiny keep us waiting…without them there is no us,


Sheltering with feathers you brought an all encompassing bliss, I can only guess came from above…lucky to have ever felt such a love.