Heap of Feathers

She moves,
Deep from her sleep,
The moon at her feet
Slow breather,
Slow Slow Breather
Rising from the heap of feathers.

Her hair falls,
All over her face,
(Like an abandoned waif)
She’ll win you with her silken shape,
(Like an abandoned waif)
She’s a floater,
Beautiful floater,
Rising from the heap of feathers.

You’ll want to chase her (chase her, chase her)
As she floats in her blue satin zephyr
But she’s a shadow,
A mist,
She’s wind,
She’s air,
An impossible dream,
A virgin prayer.

She’s flying with the light,
She’s flying with the light,
Flying, flying with the light,
Crossing the bridge of sighs.
And now she’s lost,
Lost in the feathered skies.

Let’s Dive into the bright
Where the white angel flies,
And in one instant of forever,
Rise with her,
Rise into the high with her,
Rise from the heap of feathers.

–      Words and Music written by Ivaana