I found it
A lone feather on the lawn...
the evidence that a greay dove
was here, earlier

Doves cannot speak
my language,
but this dove told me
for certain, that it was here
by leaving the feather....

Will future travellers find some
piece of me
and know that I existed?
Will my soul linger in an object
treasured by following generations?
Will this immense love which lives
in me find a vacuum in which it can
exist for eons to come?

I do not have a feather to leave
you, my love
I speak a different language

my legacy
is You.

YURI DURAAN

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-feather-in-the-grass/