The bird is gone
The tree is now asleep.
The waves are calm,
The tide is now over.

The room is empty
The traveller has gone.
It is all a whispering light,
The shadow hasn't left.

The flower hath fallen,
It was only dawn.
The sun was young
But it was soon twilight.

He too had a world,
He too had a lingering dream.
Before the bud was open
It was to meet the winds.

He inched towards death,
His world was no more lit.
Prayers served a passing wind,
Life was soon into broken strings.

The game was finally lost,
The heart sank into silence.
The bird hath finally flown
And a few feathers in the cage remain.

Rains are over now,
The valley hath fallen ito silence.
And in the whispering air
A song of dreams allures.

Ravi Panamanna

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/feathers-5/