In the quiet hush of twilight’s glow,
Feathers dance like dreams in the breeze,
Soft whispers that the night does know,
A gentle touch that puts the heart at ease.
Beneath the moon’s tender light,
They float like secrets, pure and bright,
Each one a story, feathered slight,
Carrying hopes on wings of white.
Through the stars, they weave and play,
In silent songs, they find their way,
Guiding souls whoâve gone astray,
To dawn’s first light, to the break of day.
In every plume, a promise lies,
Of mornings kissed by golden skies,
Feathers fall, but never die,
Eternal whispers, where dreams arise.