} Sorted - poem by Yvonne

Sorted
by Yvonne Tan

- Dedicated to those who are drifting away from me. -

Struggling to hold the boats
together in their places.
The currents are dividing our souls.

The golden thread broke
and we began moving apart.
"What is happening,
why is it so fast?"
You asked fearfully.

Soon your tears dried
for the new surrounding
interest you.

The sun that we once shared
is now separated into millions of light rays.

Before we shrink out of sight
please keep the golden thread.
Broken it may be
it is still part of me.

Before we shrink out of sight
please tell me what you
are thinking right now.
For I can no longer
read your mind.


Just doing a little favour for Yvonne. :)



2003-07-31, 9:15 p.m..
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