FEATHER

From the ground,
You, who will never rise again,
Are silent.
Where wind once played with your hair
Like feathers of the greatest
As you ran.
Now covered in eternity.
Carved into stone
An orange, granite slab,
Monumental,
Stabbing into the sky
Where the eagles once soared
For you.
Now,
Known only as Feather.
You may soar at will.

Copyright 2007