Counter Claim

All our own private moments
O how to share them

Do you feel the breeze
as it rustles through the trees
Do you feel pleased
to be, for the moment, unburdened

The weight off your feet
as you skip into the stream
The young love that you meet
as you slip into the dream

All our own private moments
yes how to share them
Doors close, winds pick up
rain lashes, fires die away to embers

Do you feel disease
as it rustles through the trees
Do you feel displeased
to be freed of burden

The weight off your feet
as you slip into the dream
The young love that you keep
as you trip into the stream



a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here