Poem 6 by Dan Allen

Pale white feather Slipping from high places
Your decent so beautiful Upon invisible flows

I wait for words to come
From within unknown regions

Carrying your flight
Through cryptic spaces within my mind

Until you settle my heart will stir Among those frenzied leaves upon the green willows
bent by the currents you ride
Willows unable to know their desires Inclined to bend
As fragile youths languishing for wisdom Sold as fragments of time
Pale white feather
Who left those many plumes To sail without aim
Such as I
A bond we share
For love of the invisible flows
That carries us over the golden fields
While we listen to the sounds of other's lives