Feathered Flight

I showed him the feather
The man with no memory
Light,white,soft to the touch
His voice came
From the cavern of his youth
A tree he said,it's a tree.
I touched his face
Gently.
The feather light as silence
Lifted a smile to his eyes.
The tree is small
And I remember time,he said.
The feather turned
It flies,he said
An airoplane feather.
His smile faded
Angels fly,he said.