I reckon it can melt like ice <br />Perhaps, it can be cut from the whole <br />Into an uneatable slice <br />Who knows what happens? <br />To a dream deferred <br />I just know it still sings! <br />Motionless and not heard <br />Not yet to be seen <br />Maybe it flow towards the mouth <br />Of ancient rivers <br />Heading downstream<br /><br />Sidney Watson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/other-possibilities/
