Feathers

Your voice soft as a down feather Making polyphonic prose's The wind blows all your words together A story of white roses I reach towards a clever face I scowl and squint my eyes This ain't no real face A liberal illusion Bring some feathers for me 'Cause I am falling Guilt strikes back Take me where the light is My words are weapons and you are a mirror I believe all of your sayings But I can only count on mine This ain't no world for prayers We all have vicious minds I like being in the silence A moment to realize That I can't fix you this time