Sometime

A poem with a little "limite surréaliste" to add an edge.





Sometime  -  02 Jan 15

Allowing hours to drift
Becoming years
Or moments
Or Eternities
Gathering the threads
Weaving them together
To form a blanket
On which we can lie
Watch the patterns form
As our pictures
Are drawn to encompass
Our stories
Somewhen in the Universe
We Am
Portrayed
And time becomes
Irrelevant
Sometime





Blending ideas in my mind and weaving them into pictures.