Lost Thoughts

by Sharry Adams

I heard a whispered word upon the wind,
Teasing and toying with my every sense.
It was laughing and crying all at once,
Consoling, yet begging to be consoled.
I tried to catch it, but it flittered by,
Always one step ahead of my attempts.
Laughing and dancing the whole afternoon,
I tried to grasp the elusive.
Tired by my efforts, I sat to rest.
In a bed of flowers, I found repose.
Sleep numbed my body, relaxed my mind,
And that elusive word then kissed my dreams.

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Lost Thoughts, 2 January 1998