Fleeting words have passed
 through my mind.  Yes,  I thought of you
while entangled in webs of time.
Trying to remember the words
Whisping through my mine.

Not any tangable thoughts
could I hold onto.  No pen or paper
to write  on - even so the words
so fleeting would pass through my mine.
So beautiful were the words
that I could not remember.
They left  peace and joy-
my friend this is my love for you.

Louisa A Dobbins
(c) 2009