The external rain
Paired with the internal thoughts
Perfect company
In my well made bed
I swim with my unkempt mind
In a stream of glass
Fragile clarity
So hard to grasp, almost liquid
It sits in my hands
Though now I hold it
Tomorrow it will slip through
Twas just a moment
A moment quite true
Life is just moments, moments,
wasted, without you.
That stream of glass is a beautiful, slippery and brittle image! A very sensitive tribute to deeep emotion!
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