The Anti-SherlockA Poem by jbop
Please do not fall. No not for me.
For I cannot catch you. You see, I am searching for the quietest patience and the highest winds. I yearn for the most beautiful raindrop in a flood of a thousand seas. I seek the most peaceful of lightening bolts and the kindest of killer bees. So I keep on searching too. I will wander the vastest oceans, I will sing to the stars and swim to the moon. I will drive a million miles to ask the foolish man when I can be expecting you. "On the twelfth of never, four thousand years from now" he will say, as you tap me on the shoulder. And I will wait still. © 2013 jbopReviews
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