Never alone

morning light, fall of away
rise into a sinking day
feathers float in a warm summers fashion
sink and drown in a lasting passion
drooping down or hide away
but bleed from wounded light of day
frost bitten and wind burned
a lesson lost is better not learned
sifting time that drifts past noon
everything visioned is gone to soon
fake is fine
yet such a fragile line
break a cliff, implore a crack in stone
my quiet soul... but never alone