There is this ethereal insanity that is called Love

It dances like a feather on a tumultuously windy thrashing day

Always dashing about in obscurity

But on this day that the thrashing turned to breeze

Oh that feather it drifted down

And rested itself

Just on the tip of my nose

I had to cross my eyes to see it and

Just as I did

A door opened and the

Wind whispered my Love

Away…