A vision
Perhaps an ancient quill featherless
Waiting to be dipped in inky blue.
Take me and bury
Me someplace safe
Away from the danger
Of a wandering dog's teeth
Or being swallowed
By the ocean never to be found.
I have soared in times gone by
To beautiful places
But my final flight rests
At heaven's door.
If you find me
Place my weary bone
Somewhere to remember me by
A dish of potpourri
A box of treasured nik-naks
Or a pin to hold silken hair
I have soared in times gone by
To beautiful places
But my final flight rests
At heaven's door.
A vision
Perhaps an ancient quill featherless
Waiting to be dipped in inky blue.
Take me and bury
Me someplace safe
Away from the danger
Of a wandering dog's teeth
Or being swallowed
By the ocean never to be found.
I have soared in times gone by
To beautiful places
But my final flight rests
At heaven's door.
If you find me
Place my weary bone
Somewhere to remember me by
A dish of potpourri
A box of treasured nik-naks
Or a pin to hold silken hair
I have soared in times gone by
To beautiful places
But my final flight rests
At heaven's door.