DRIFTINGS:

Drifting, pretty plumed birds flying upon the sky,

Eagles on thermals, portraits painted up on high,

Breath of sleeping babies & of dead lover´s sigh,

Old souls leaving bodies, on clouds that drift & die.

Drifting, tunes on tongues, released upon the song,

Confessions of sinners in pews, knowing the wrong,       

Prisoner released from shackles, biting & so strong,

End of pain & suffering, when life feels so very long.

Drifting, petals from floral posies & confetti thrown,

Leaves from autumn trees, upon sad breezes blown,

Kisses wafting, alighting upon soft cheeks unknown,

Seed & sins upon wailing earth & by man duly sown.

Drifting, shed plume, filigreed ice-flake, cold spat rain,

Upon the ether from the aura, in joy, anguish & pain,

Dissipating into nothing, only to form & be born again,

Drifting away in dreams, keeping us just barely sane.