Wednesday, 11 February 2009

flow






They come and go
These thoughts and flowers.
Like seconds, minutes,
Daydreamed hours.

I thought I saw you
In the crowd
A face, upturned,
Then washed aground.

I spent a while
With you, in dreams,
Then came back down,
To harsher things.

2 comments:

Annette Dubow said...

Hi lovely poem. Annette

bobcat rock said...

Thanks Annette. Glad you like it.