February 28, 2012

  • Requests

    At your behest,
    I write a poem coy,
    Filled with fluff and flim and flam
    At your bequest,
    I receive your thoughts,

    Gossamer visions and moonbeams caught -
    And if to test,
    The strength of that between,
    Might seem to bend the words that mean
     
    A friendship grows, lest
    A connection fades
    From a starburst of colours in to gray-black shades
    02.28.2012