Silhouette
It hugs the pavement longingly
Having neither boundaries nor reality
An intake of breath only I can see
It walks along the path with me
I must inquire rhetorically
of its own dimensionality
For it stretches across the vast sea
and wraps around the aging oak tree
It responds quite scornfully
I dismiss its needless brutality
For although I do disagree
A response I could not foresee
Having neither boundaries nor reality
An intake of breath only I can see
It walks along the path with me
I must inquire rhetorically
of its own dimensionality
For it stretches across the vast sea
and wraps around the aging oak tree
It responds quite scornfully
I dismiss its needless brutality
For although I do disagree
A response I could not foresee
♠ ♠ ♠
Written on a whim right before sleep, something that amused me in my slumber, of which will likely tie into a story I intend to post. just floating around in my head, nothing too serious.