Sep. 11, 2015

Gossamer Thoughts

Oh, precious heirloom,
A delicate treasure,
I placed in a trove
Tightly locking it
With a golden key,
And stood guard,
Watching like a hawk.

But for a fleeting moment
I turned to tend a matter,
And in an instant,
It was gone. Vanished.

Like a bird that flew away,
'Twas nowhere to be found.
Indeed, a 'thought'
Is a terrible thing to lose.
(Revised 2016

© 2015 Walterrean Salley