Do I...?

I wonder...

Do I ever grace the hallowed halls of your mind?

 

Come floating in;

A leaf dancing on a gentle breeze.

Waft into your mind's air;

The scent following a summer's rain.

Wash up on the shores of your thoughts;

The oceans ever-changing tides.

Flutter silently into your head;

A bird soaring in the sky.

Go skipping across your minds gentle waters;

A child's tossed rock.

Rock back and forth with barely a sound;

The swiftness of an old man's chair.

Flicker in and out;

A flame disturbed by the winds.

Flash in your minds eye;

A passing streetlamp on your journey.

 

Wishful thinking.

Author's Note

Another for you, love.

Reviews

[Crowley]

That was superb. Beautiful and light. It has an airy feeling to it that makes it seem like it is floating. Some of those lines were great..."the swiftness of an old man's chair" and "A child's tossed rock" among my favorites. If you have ever doubted yourself as a poet girl, the last few poems you have written have erased my doubts.

[Deaths Cold Kiss]

i wonder too.... great write