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…