Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Something Different

Endless meanders in rivers of silver,
synthetic in nature, makes us shiver.
As old mathematicians long ago gone
you keep counting alone.
Now that the world is at your feet
your eager beat is only for an elite.

Many dreams of fame
ephemeral thoughts, now a shame.
I have taken you in adoption
without considering any other option.
In our sweet loneliness
we see time passing by; tireless mess.