Thursday, March 23, 2006

When do I think of you?

I think of you amidst a crowd and the chorus of city sounds
for that is my song, and you are the music
You are my first thought of each new day
and the last image I glimpse,
as my eyes are closed upon a feathered pillow.
In that secret place called sleep, it is you that I search for,
through shades of darkness and clouds of cotton.
And, when the final sleep does come
and if there is thought... it will be of you.

Sponging: Joe



josh said...

wow samy, superb

Gisis Khajawi said...

your spongings are also unique. Cullings from the best.

Jim Boggia said...

Excellent poetry