I pound the concrete <br />Way too wired to sleep; <br />In just the ecstacy of it all <br />And the brillant colours of Fall; <br />Laid wide open am i <br />Oh so vunerable to the grey sky; <br />Overwhelmed by much emotion <br />And a seasons worth of utter devotion; <br />Replaying old love letters in my mind <br />So many words there do i find; <br />As i walk this busy street <br />Still too wired to sleep; <br />In the ecstacy of it all <br />Mixed with the rich colours of Fall; <br />I remember a better time <br />When my words always turned to rhyme; <br />Automatically it seems <br />But unreal as if from a dream; <br />Into a rhapsody ever clear <br />Of two beating hearts so very near; <br />This melody 'tis so sweet <br />As i pound this street of concrete; <br />The gentle harmony of two hearts <br />Rings ever so true <br />At long long last <br />A poem of me and of you; <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />By, Theodora Onken <br />February 22,2012<br /><br />Theodora (Theo) Onken<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poem-130/
