Thoughts

Thoughts are precious things:

unicorns outside the wit of man,

stars beyond reach,

rainbows.

Thoughts lay foundation stones

for dreams,

the adolescence of aspiration,

and we grasp their mist

in hope

and build our towers

from their silken threads.

‘My thoughts are not your thoughts’

and yours are not mine,

but they climb

like wisteria,

intertwine,

like honeysuckle

and gather bees

to their beauty.

We breathe

in the difference of our thoughts,

growing together

in the sum

of their making.