Serendipity was my first true love

Serendipity was my first true love,
racing up the gravel path at dusk,
just before white lilacs overflowed
and soft dreams of dandy lions danced
with just a speck of dark dust.

I watched her dress and comb her hair
and in my mind I saw even more.
I raced the light to a final line:
The horizon speaks of wilderness
and a cocoon to burn at midnight's tell!

Strange how the passage of time
can rule one man's pain to oblivion
and another man's bright concern
for all trivia the world can muster.
Serendipity was my first true love.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2008-01-18 at 15:43

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