Wednesday, June 18, 2003

Your grace, My solidarity
I see you walking afar in the meadow.
Slowly consuming the countryside.
The sun casting down your graceful shadow.

Quietly humming a song with fluid voice.
Thinking of love, and thinking of one.
My eyes are affixed, without a choice.

The one you were thinking of, not me.
My dream is for your acknowledgement.
Our love is only from me.

Following the path you have walked before,
The ground covered with green grass, blowing in the wind.
Your face, your hand, your embrace, I adore.

The wind blowing, sending your hair astray.
Your dress a sail in the gentle breeze.
Giving you direction, as you drift away.

This poem was written by me, Floom.

posted by Adam @ 11:07 PM Comments: 0