Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Not I

You say you heard me cry?
No, not really, it was not I
It was a lost soul,
Wandering alone
And wandering wide
Waiting, waiting for a tide.

You think you saw me smile?
No, you’re out by a mile.
It was a merry heart
A cup filled to the brim
Intoxicated with joy
Pure pleasure, unalloyed.

You fear you saw me frown?
No, for I am a clown
With a cheerful face
And two twinkling eyes
Suns hiding darkened skies.

you caught my whispers, you feel?
Perhaps it was a passing breeze,
Or the swoosh of wheels
In an instant gone
Empty path left forlorn. 


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