November 25, 2020Poem

Perhaps

naturememory

Perhaps

Everything I touch

Everything I see

Everything I ever thought about

Above or below the sea

Is a prelude

Perhaps

All that I am

All I can be

All I would ever dream about

For you and for me

Is just preamble

Perhaps

All that there is

Every future past

Everything I thought about

From first unto last

Is just a beginning

Perhaps

What is to come

Is just too impossible

To reach

A conclusion

Without

Confusion

Perhaps…