Feather Of An Angel
 
 18/10/96 10:48 pm
 Charles Dum
 
 Do you feel my pain?
 It's burned a hole right through me.
 Does it drip on the floor,
 Or just poison that tree?
 
 You see but a tree,
 For you know not better.
 The tree knows as I do-
 There's more to being wetter.
 
 For if the rain is a bother,
 Then the sun must stain you.
 The night is free-
 Yeilding a feather.
 
 The feather does fly,
 With the light from my heart.
 And grows to enormous size,
 To mend it when it's ripped apart.
 
 You don't realize,
 How nice some people are-
 Until you get stranded,
 Not even a passing car.
 
 But a car DOES come-
 And old on painted orange.
 With a person inside
 Who shines while unadorned.
 
 No jewelry needed,
 The face like an angel-
 Helping you out-
 Out of danger.