Your love's a feather in the wind,
blown here and there by shifting air,
It's up, it's down, it's blowing all around,
and you don't even care...
Your love's a leaf, floating in the breeze,
chaotic movement in the blue,
Your changing, moment to moment,
which one of these is really you?
Your love is vague and formless,
like pebbles in a stream,
Like rocks skipped across a pond,
not real, but in a dream.
I don't know where I stand with you,
I must have lost my way,
I know your too flighty for my arms,
and so I will not stay.
I like stability and roots,
I like to know just where I'll be,
I don't like puzzles, riddles or confusion;
nor do I like movement of the sea.
So we must say goodbye my lovely -
this is where our story ends,
Take your love and fly away from here -
like a feather in the wind.

david lessard

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-love-s-a-feather-in-the-wind/