I am a feather

Drifting softly on the wind

I am a feather

Twirling with the gusts and breezes

Waiting to make my escape

Kanaya is a bird

Flying against the current

Forever watching

Lingering in places long forgotten

We are both lost

Waiting for what will never come

Finding things long forgotten

And that should stay in the mists

Of ancient memory

But no matter what comes

Of this disaster of the mind and soul

No matter how black

Things will be

We will always wander back

To our own little circle

Holding the poison of things

That should have never been known