Friday, 14 May 2010

To a lost pencil...


LOST AND FOUND

Now I am floating
Way up here
My pencil's falling
Way down there
It tumbles through
The cold blue air
It falls
Without
A sound

Perhaps it lands
Upon a beach
By some
Twisty river reach
And there you'll walk
In perfect peace
A looking
At
The ground

And you will find
What I have lost
And write of love
And what it cost
And how it sets you
Thinking of
How we two
Now
Are bound



Thank you

Horace

3 comments:

Maisy said...

*does rapturous applause for horace* :)

Steven Allender said...

Thank you, thank you!

Dee's Kitchen and Bath said...

Very pretty, Horace! :)