Feathers On My Pillow
I feel the feathers on the pillow
As I lay on my bed of willow,
But where do I fly to in my dreams?
I see the great eagle owl soar high
Among the clouds and higher sight
In glorious technicolour flight
Where all around the clouds are soft
And comfort is my arrows sleep.
I feel the feathers on my pillow
As I lay on my bed of willow
And sense the coolness of the waving wing.
Angels hover over my head
As on soft clouds I rest in my bed;
But life is still in my heart
And my lungs breathe in fresh air
While I see the golden hair
Of angelic wings and feathers fair;
I soar higher in my dream
And hear the calling keen
Of eagle owl shout out my name
And Angels fly to join the game
Of guiding me through the scenes
Of romance and flight, of love in respite
As waking I feel the feathers on my pillow
And see the wings as they fade
Into the light of dawn, while I lay
On my bed of willow.
Copyright © Stephen Gregory | Year Posted 2017
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