Thoughts like ribbons strewn on the ground <br />Trailing like wraiths but leaving no sound <br />If thoughts are things then they should not <br />Then they should not disappear <br />Walk away, in silence just like that; <br />Then they, like rainbows cannot be caught <br />Then they, like birds can scatter into flight <br />Then they, like hope can be sought <br />Or then they can <br />Like shimmering grains of sand <br />Take movement and form but out of sight <br />Thoughts like dreams can fly away <br />Far, far into the starry night. <br />Far across a green meadow <br />Without even leaving the faintest shadow <br />Blend into clouds, trees, fields and earth <br />But that is also sometimes the way thoughts take birth.<br /><br />Rani Turton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thoughts-like-ribbons-strewn-on-the-ground/
