Feather of me

Of another time is the now.

It rings in my head and 

carries me as if I were the feather of the wing that 

was torn from me.

I keep memory of it and still flies me.

Unknowing

 I know you know

but you don't know if I know it.

When when?

Where it will be where,

and when when?

Maybe right here,

and at this time.

Beating heart

 

I learned you by heart, 

and now I don't know how to forget the beat.