Pressed between
Two pages of an ancient book
I found
A blue-white feather.
Gave to a boy
I knew.
Through his fingers
It slipped and up
The Wind
The feather twirled and flew.
Divided into
A Beautiful Bird with
Feathers of brilliant
White and Blue.

Oh look!
I said, but he never saw
And too Young
Was he to understand,
That the Love
He lost
Was of the type
That never strains
Or confines.
Love of
The Forever Kind.