like feathers in the sky;
wafted by the winds of fate;
searching for birds;
with the colors that match ours;
in a swooping mass of thousands.

and apparitions of the past;
haunting the dark corners of our minds;
with suppressed memories of love;
hidden beyond piles of yesterdays;
whilst we dreamt of the wind;
that would blow our tears away.

and words have become;
our pillows of sorrow;
where we shed our teary rhymes;
crafting poems of our filtered dreams;
disguised in the name of hope.