afterthoughts
somebody sent a gentle breeze my way, today, this night, this eve,
how welcome this evening breeze, this night, this rustling in the trees:
four-leaf clovers, lucky feathers from the sky,
caught in falls of air and rain,
bows of green, blue, white,
and she said,
"each moment occupies
infinite possibilities, "
... the words trailed off, as they do:
the last thing i heard, i remember,
was a weak breath in my ear;
and in the morn, lashes upon my cheek.
perhaps, in another life, as cats
how welcome this evening breeze, this night, this rustling in the trees:
four-leaf clovers, lucky feathers from the sky,
caught in falls of air and rain,
bows of green, blue, white,
and she said,
"each moment occupies
infinite possibilities, "
... the words trailed off, as they do:
the last thing i heard, i remember,
was a weak breath in my ear;
and in the morn, lashes upon my cheek.
perhaps, in another life, as cats
