Flights of Fancy

Flights of fancy like a gust Dancing feathers you cannot trust Flowing to and from in the wind Bouncing bouncing back again Flittering through the haze of fire Drifting slowly ever higher Flight of fancy willful displeasure Flickering in the winds of dauntless measure For the dance it does within the sky Is like the trembling lips that lie Flight of fancy so delicately sweet Softly drifting through life's deceit Nothing can ever be truly known Till you know the direction the wind has blown Flights of fancy sweet little feather Hold tight in the roughest of weather Hearts are sewn into the quills While tears fall from the pain it feels Tickling and teasing the soul of man Flights of fancy since time began