...last night <br />I thought we flew <br />through a storm <br />and had been swallowed <br /> <br />I watched both of us <br />spinning in <br />between dreams. <br />athrill with unborn joy, <br />entranced with <br />unfelt-touch <br /> <br />I compare <br />your hazy face <br />with the picture <br />on my window... <br /> <br />I grapple with <br />words swindled with <br />sighs and ardor <br /> <br />should we fly <br />to the periphery <br />of this world <br />and be racked with <br />self-reproach? <br /> <br />I wanted more. <br /> <br />But a thought <br />is just a thought.<br /><br />Alice Cuenca<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-a-thought-32/
