Moods

MOODS
There I am......... in the fallen leaves,
Scattered on the floor,
And sometimes in the wild breeze,
That blows on the shore,
I sometimes cry with the dark clouds,
That hover around the moon,
Or maybe fret with the restless rays,
Miserable at noon.
I ripple with the merry stream,
That sings its way along,
And fly away with the gentle wind,
That blows through night and morn.
I find myself in all these things,
And yet I feel alone,
Trapped as if in a cage,
Of flesh and blood and bone!

1 comment:

  1. profound thoughts Rabbania....powerfully concluded..

    read Shellys 'Ode to the West Wind' [if u havent already] you will like it.. it ranks among my fave poems...

    mia

    ReplyDelete