A Feather

I was but the feather,
Which swayed in the gentle breeze,
You, being the breeze my love,
Took me along in your stride.

Moving with you,
Holding back but for a moment,
As you pushed me higher into space!

Oh! But I was the delicate feather,
Ever afraid of falling off!

But you carried me along,
Now as a gentle breeze, then as a strong wind,
And together, we danced on,
Traveling far, into an unknown land of pleasure,
As I moved on, to wherever you took me.

- Gitanjali.