Sunday, March 28, 2010

You were a feather in my dream.

I am careful with you/
Indeed I have to be/
Tread lightly around the edges/
And make sure not to disturb the middle/

I even hold my breath at times/
For I fear even the faintest breeze/
May send you away/

However harmless it may be/
I calculate everything/
Especially words/
They seem to carry the most weight/
And I do not mean to offend/

...I think

1 comment:

Murf said...

Rock on, Mr. poet! I enjoy your poetry and I am VERY particular about poetry (basically Emily Dickinson and Robert Frost).