I can but dream and lost it seems I find her ever essence

And at this time perhaps she dreams as well?

Though I would but ever wish to wonder

I must not never pry or plunder

Though longing as a feather falls

Yet not to land but gather all

The wind once more beneath it's plight

Again as one as song in flight

I pray she tender somehow knows

Our love may be if but she blows

A gentle kiss upon the breeze

A feather falls for her to keep.