Two white feathers, blowing from nowhere
Dancing in the air, total surrender
To the fancies of the wind
Each with a story to tell
Of precious moments in a journey, of tears, of smiles.
Blown from nowhere, but brought together
By a Providence whose purpose an eternal mystery
But still they decide to get along
And dance they did to the music of the wind
Two white feathers they be.
The synchrony, the harmony, the grace of a dance
Unique, yet danced a million times
By lovers of yore, since a time stretching behind
One that all living creatures in love
Yearn to dance, wired in their being.
The pure joy of merging, molding and entwining
Of becoming one, with their tiny hearts fusing
At times separating, stretching, floating lazily
Still held together by that tiny strand of love
A dance so rapturous, so joyously they do.
The whole cosmos submerged in heavenly music
The chatter of the leaves, the thud of falling fruits
Adding rhythm and rhyme to the lover’s song
A petal flew from afar, swayed to their tune
Then flew off in search of its own mate.
Then the wind grew tired, stopped her singing
The two floating lovers stunned to stillness
Dropped down to the earth, lying off each other
On the harsh ground, along with stones and thorns.
When the wind blew again off they floated
But as strangers, not wanting to create again
The heady whirling of a passionate dance
Each in their separate ways, yawning
Not bothering to wave goodbye
Two floating feathers, blowing to nowhere.
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