Without A Feather Ever Lost Poem by Mark Heathcote

Through the window, I see your soul
Leaving like a flock of birds
That has now decided to leave and go
Without a single word,
Or leave a single feather.

Through the window, I see your soul
Through the window, I see a yellow taxi
And seven cases I now see as maybe a sign.
That you‘ll leave me empty and confused
Lost, without you who once was mine?

So now it's winter in my heart
And I pray you'll stay to see the spring,
With me, I and the flowers come through
Through the window, I see your soul
No longer a fair-weather friend of mine.

But darling, I want nothing more
Then to turn back the hand of time with you
And not just see the flowers bloom
But also - pick them with you.
And watch those flocks of your soul returned.

Without a feather ever lost.