Stolen Sweets

I did not collect
these visions.
They came to me
painted upon an invisible canvas
breathless from unseen winds.

Were I deserving?
A deliberate visage
resting behind blatant
undergrowth verdant vines
infusions of grandiose
hiding simplicity.

Time.
Someone's, tucked away.
Ticking away with each shoot
pushing upward
drinking in the light
bathing in tear drops
falling, drenching.
Blessings,
Honor,
Praise.

These cannot be clutched selfishly
for I have tried.
Eventually
even moments
fade.
Die, to flourish
in due season.

Grievous blind
this perception,
taking what was not mine,
a sweetness you gave me,
even still.

SadieLu 2011

I like that. I wished I could be as creative as you are.

That is a good write, I enjoyed it.

thank you, you have your gift, we are all gifted.

thank you, thank you for reading.

Another wonderful write...

kind, very...Thank you