Tuesday, April 28, 2015


Thoughts are precious things:
unicorns outside the wit of man,
stars beyond reach,
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,
like honeysuckle
and gather bees
to their beauty.
We breathe
in the difference of our thoughts,
growing together
in the sum
of their making.

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