Lost Feathers, Departing Words

My palette bare, my whispered words like feathers landing, soft, unheard Some black, still pond out in the woods will float them in gentle breezes My touch declares my heavy heart as tendrils of hope from me depart to settle like peace on the tip of your tongue to carry you home in due season My eyes light up, my blood grows thin as I nervously wait for the state you're in to float like a feather and settle like peace as your impaling shadow gathers My burning legs, my quick reflex will snap up the moment that they detect you're ready to fly with the whipping wind and I'll mourn not losing a feather.