Thoughts on thoughts
Whispers of a bygone age,
flutter on breezes stirred by the page,
patterns of thought floating high,
drifting slowly down from the sky.
Words that come and kiss the mind,
hint of the magics one wishes to find,
touching the heart and stirring the soul,
filling with comfort and making whole.
Tenderness a tear shaped caress,
weeping, smiling in happiness,
blurring the truth as inks are wet,
imagining is all we any of us get.
Writ true and brave with vim and fire,
the author cometh the thoughts own sire,
and bonny the baby born new and fresh,
in a nursery made of this minds flesh.
Where will it grow this infant thought,
a pearl in the oyster of life is caught,
freed to look pretty told off to peers,
hidden and private yet craving cheers.November 2002