Numbers

Another poem, with just a hint of Love song, seen to wandering into "limite surréaliste" territory.
The concept for this work had been drifting through my mind for most of the day as the idea of numbers kept nagging at me.





Numbers  -  18 Nov 13

One hand raised
In greeting
Along with a friendly
Smile

To shape the thought
Of old worlds
Gently carved
From dreams

Three sails raised
Calling the wind
Journey soon
To the sun

For all our dreams
Of ancient times
We still carry
Through all our lives





Muse nags very gently.