Thought ought to naught

i fought naught

and sought naught

to get thought

of what once was thought

to be my moat,

i once thought

you ought to be the thought

that never walked.

but now my thought

has caught the rot

and aims to clot

the lot.....

the sot thought

is slaughtered,

it was to distraught

to be a thought.

now the thought is fraught with

so much precious light

that its time for flight

to a new height.

 white, white, white...

oww what a flight

           to a bright site.......

despite all the smite,

the light has shone bright 

and a path of yellow bricks

 has revealed the only 

site that might be light......

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

white silk pressing against a figure

in the distant meadows,

the curves outlined 

by the bright yellow sun,

what kind and tender site,

you must be my true might

ow what a sight.

 

 

a closer look,(shy and mangled,

please don't smite,

for i am light 

and can not fight)

 

 

she embraces me like 

a wounded bird,

worn out and miserable 

with no landing to call his own ,

she gently whispers

"its all right, your are with me", 

with that,

my thought rests 

rich and sound,

full off brightness 

and happiness,

awaiting each day to see her light

which directs my flight

to her site. 

Reviews

[Ruth]

Stunning!
Brillaint word play and cleverly so!
I enjoyed this a lot :)
xx

[stars are far]

The poem was si nice well expressed and nicley written and the colors are great

[Desmund Tiny]

the flow of this poem is nice and it's so colorful.... ^^,