some say

love can be

like a feather

floating with

and against

the wind

twirling

twisting

spinning

like a dancer

 

drifting away

traveling far

from another

the feather

will fly

away from

its lover

lost

in endless blue

searching

for the way

back

 

winds will pass

with little light

and eventually

the feather

will land

when it does

It can be

captured

and held tight

in hand

 

~ e l-b

7/2017

Poem: “feather”

Painting: “float” (3 x 5″)

gilded 23 karat gold leaf and casien on wood board