The Naive Feather

Peaceful properties embark on a mission
Off into the distance they flow
Into a void to swirl and sail
As a feather floating high
Upon the breath of a child
Who in youth’s exuberance
Finds this a day of rapture.

Darkness and decay fail to grow
In a void suffering only a void
Of evil intentions of cruelty,
Ideas never to be imparted
Upon the mind of innocence
That sails on that pleasant air
As the high floating feather.

Yet the dark amoebae stretches
To devour all in its path,
Even the peaceful essence
That made such a void for youth
And protected such innocence
As a floating feather aloft a breath
Of a child’s content happiness.

And as a fatal final call
The peaceful properties float
From the gaping dry mouth
Of a trauma filled old man
Giving way to those evil intentions
Yet, only to flow into an empty space
Once content with a naive youth.