This is dedicated to the only One who can truly tame our thoughts.
My thoughts are like the wild birds that flit
Where e’er they will. Brown daydream sparrows fly
Above a landscape, empty-promise-knit.
They flutter off, grey mem’ry wrens so wry!
Before I know - they’re gone! Took wing
Across blue firmament. Quick loop-de-loop!
They flicker past, eyes mocking me. They sing
Their siren song. They chase and soar and swoop.
I plead with them. They tease and taunt! Oh, bane!
Untamèd thoughts! My net has holes. I reach ...
I stretch ... I twist ... exert myself in vain!!
© Lynne Spear, 2006