Feather In My Pocket Poem by Phillip Erb

I was wondering how many sacrifices it would take
To hold you down locked in that simple moment
When you're looking into my eyes from across the room
I don't want to throw away the roses and cuddle warm,
Share the silence of trust, respect and love like
Butterflies in fields of wildflowers under the soft sun of a deep springtime sky.
The view from the rock over the creek
Under the red-yellow-brown-orange-gold autumn shower
Must have been from some other life
Which we loved each other in
With that again,
Could I ever really need or want?

A dove's feather fluttered into my lap from heaven
While I was in the alleyway smoking cigarettes,
Trying to understand everything that sweeps over me
Whenever I see her face
I put her in my wallet now I can ask her what to do
Could you go and somehow change the world?
All that traps me from living love that will burn strong through the storm,
Keep warm through the night and last me for the rest of my life?