PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

your candor's enthusiasm

caresses my wistful mind

I bask in your attention's sweet promise

as a captive of your thoughts

laved by your pensive muse

mesmerized almost

by such attraction's sweet pull

I too see the threads

of possible future bindings

shimmer brilliantly behind the fine

damp lids

of mine misty eyes

prodded

I pose repeatedly to my much bemused

self

are you a figment of my lonely imagination

conjured up by its own bitter cries

fervently

I pray not

as frenzy frets

yet traces of age old fears

still breath in my ear

you too shall go

just as all your precious siblings of

such hopeful welcome

have gone before

as this game of 'Flicker And Chance'

I know too well

it has played me

many times

and won

and I the loser

was forced to walk home

alone................

(Dec. 9, 1999)