late night poetry
06-08-26
Slipping, sadly, softly
slowly,
from my fingertips
outstretched
Flitting, fleeting, follow
by me
Ne'er from my side
do stray
Icy, crisp, clear as
day
Blue eyes watching
from afar
Seek me, find me, offer
rest
Even in a time as
this
Touch me, hold me,
hold me close
Turn not thine eye
away from me
Only as night doth
turn to day,
Lay me down -- flee
from meI know the rhythm changed part way through… Let’s just say I don’t, ah, ever write poetry. Aside from multi-stanza haikus, that is. I’m still happy with it though, and I hope to improve upon the skill in due time.
Have a lovely day :)
