A feather may survive in flight for a time,
without a bird in sight,
as words may live forever,
plucked from the hands that scribed their plight,
the voice that in earnest, uttered them;
but what of a soul lost,
a body void of its one true core,
can that be so, in life or more?
Perhaps life in all aspects has a place,
each a purpose, a strength of rightful being,
yet also may relate in separate paths,
lost from place yet still seen, of value,
and what we create in mind,
may transcend the order of what is,
to find place in a different state,
and be perceived unique.
What one thing is and then transformed,
become truly another,
a blank page is no longer when a mind spills words,
to create an alternate reality,
thoughts that leave a blank page wanting,
soaring into possibility,
and truly we give credence to a nothing
that has potential and then aspires to it.
A feather reminds us of place, of purpose,
as we all have our place in life,
in order and potential,
and with that we may aspire
to create new spheres of thought, essential
connections that may create further spheres,
and lasting they may be,
like words that take us to other realms of thought, to see.
Tony DeLorger © 2016