along the way.

along the way. 

In the light blue of your

Leaving me, I could not speak the

Correct words as they traveled through

My fancy spring time, poorly

I ran to our pond that

Stood, deeply opaque

It did not lend an embrace

-       But bargained with all around

To match its wistful manner

And I felt as faint as a scene

Cut out of a playwrights dream

The pond fashioned perfectly

A sorry reflection of me

Then moving its indigo precision

Loaning to me, Us - as a vision

I tried to catch it, still

No sanity could break my will

Falling in, a well dressed rock

Saving myself, upon the dock

I lied breathless amidst butterfly's laughter

Energy spent on nothing to capture

I suppose that is what all love will do

Or perhaps, just I

For you.

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