Single silver feather
Floating down on hidden winds
Past this orchid
On down to land in a misty pond
Rings run out across the water
Where they touch, a violet grows
Silver feather shining metallic
Glinting late sun onto stones
Brightening the hidden grotto
Like a sudden smile
Golden light flashing on all
But one small shadow of a hawk
A calm silence decends
For even the hawk dare not disturb
The perfect moment
Even he may not see again
A more beautiful feeling
A feeling encompassing all the soul
Like the gentle touch
Of one lip to another
Like the moment a Lady's soft hand
Rose from a lake with this sword
Unseen by any now living
So silver this feather
Even Apollo's gold rays hault before it
Such a feeling of peace
Perhaps love is like this