Get up

You are wasting away out there
Calmly watching the ink dry
You wrote that paper a lifetime ago
The ink just isn't dry yet

In dreadful or fair weather
You sit
watch
wait

Who are you to do such a thing

Albeit at times I am tempted
to join

You were a feather in my dream.

I am careful with you/
Indeed I have to be/
Tread lightly around the edges/
And make sure not to disturb the middle/

I even hold my breath at times/
For I fear even the faintest breeze/
May send you away/

However harmless it may be/
I calculate everything/
Especially words/
They seem to carry the most weight/
And I do not mean to offend/

...I think