The yellow feathers...

I saw the yellow feathers,
Floating,
Above my skies, far away.

I felt the sun, shine so bright,
So bright, that my eyes ached,
And, i shielded my eyes.

The brilliant white clouds, fluffy,
And the pretty morning sky, blue,
Yet, basking in a sunny glow.

I saw the yellow feathers,
Floating,
Above my skies, far away.

I held my head up, call it my pride,
Or be it my inquisitive mind,
For, I wanted to hold onto the feather.

I held my hands, above my head,
Standing on my toes, eager,
For, the breeze suddenly swung at me.

I saw the yellow feathers,
Floating,
Above my skies, far away.

My hands seem to be so near,
A touch, a faint scratch at its base,
And, I held it in my palms, the yellow feather.

Smiling, I held the feather, in the light,
Watching its beauty, planning its plight,
Deciding on its fate, to adorn my diary, bright.

I saw the yellow feathers,
Floating,
Above my skies, far away.

Penning down, these very words, tonight,
I can't help, but wonder, about the sad destiny,
Of the bird, who lost its wings, the yellow feathers.

As I hold the yellow feathers in my palms, tonight,
I wish to let go, to let it soar, into the vast sapphire blue,
To let it breathe, and fly again, dreams held in each barbule ...