Waiting

Set from the tone of a wild score,

Faced with fears and nothing more,

Dabble in Love without my guard,

Find a smile in Heaven's yard.

Set me free, my hours are long.

Give me peace and I'll be strong.

Send her me or me to her,

My patience wains my passion stirs.

I will give my promise sure and fast,

To take nothing until the last.

Feather

In her wake, a feather lost.

Not grace nor love;

only a momento of such things.