A Dream On Feathered Wings Poem by Valerie Dohren

Oh, is love but a fantasy
a dream on feathered wings? -
elusive as the morning mist
and distant whisperings?

In borrowed time could it be fixed
yet fleeting in its wake? -
forever set in shifting sands
and easy to forsake?

Or is it but a passing whim
a spell borne on the wind? -
to fly away, not ever clasped
then lost before it's pinned?

And could it be a twisting wraith
that cannot be held fast? -
just drifting through all unmet hopes
not ever meant to last?

Am I to search forever long
to find this precious thing? -
elusive as the morning mist
a distant whispering!

©️10/6/2024 Valerie Dohren