Im so ready for spring and all the things it brings
some fragmented thoughs...almost
The Iris
She doesnt even have to be near
just the thought of her presence
he can feel her breath on his neck
like a warm summer breeze
while walking through a meadow
covered with amythest irises
and one stood above the rest
and to him it seemed
all others bowed
the brilliance mesmerized his mind
and he wanted to pluck it up
and keep it near him
and show the world
what treasure he had found
but he could not make himself
grab the base of its existence
and rip it
from its place
and novels were inspired at that moment
everyday he imagined the possibilities
his thoughts drifted to that place
in the meadow
and he went to it often
it was always there and stood true
while the others wilted away
and days passed
and one morning
he awoke to see on the windows glass
patterns of ice, like webs from spiders
and he ran, to the meadow
to behold his prize
and the pedals were covered
with frozen water
untouched by the sun
so he harvested his treasure
and kept it near to him
and built for it
a house
of glass............
maybe ill complete the thought one spring day..
KennyB
3-12-07
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