Feather

Detached from a shared consciousness, Parted from a dove’s tail, Giving up an aimed flight, Drifting slowly... slowly... Memories of shared conscience. Now only uncertainties of abyss. Air that carries me, Whispers to me ageless stories. Drifting downward, catching Wind with my body. Blown to halt with a sigh, I rest on a windowsill; Before I fly.