Fleeting Feelings

A wish and a hop

A deer and a drop

The rain on the autumn trees call-

To me and thee

Forest of fields and spring

Glowing in trascuous freight

A trek and growl-

Of wolves ever so frightful

Come for me

Grains in the soul wait

Trying to reach you when ever so never

Will wait for you for while

Though always tired

And although troubled are you

The snip in scissors 

Laid across skin in Wonderland

Where once is never and twice

Is always

These fleeting feelings

Are gone now

I wish for nothing

I wish for nothing - I swear

Do I? What's not to miss

For love is made of thorns and poetry