Your Hug Or A Passing Dream

The parting hug of yours this morn Ere you tore ‘way from me at dawn, Looked as if I was lost in dream, Flustered, I broke some sweat cold But it did to me so seem: Some moments are made of gold. Were it my passion's passing reverie Made but of fluffy memory O soon to fade off in time, And leaving me in utter strife, Though robbed of a good rhyme, It remained well ensconced in life. And were it so what would I deem? I know not: but it does so seem That tighter held faster things slip, Much like grains of sand that creep Thru the fingers in a tight clasp, Howso mindful the sand we grasp. So was your hug— even if in a dream, Whatso it be, not apart to me seem. ___________________________________________ Musings |21.03.13|