Monday, November 8, 2010

Wonderment is...

Wonderment is found in lovers’ arms,
Whereupon it worms through heart and soul-
In the end left we, bereft;
Life’s pitter-patter diction droll.
Despair not we, with weary soul,
For ‘tis not our purpose nor our role
To build ourselves a palace, gay,
But find it in each fleeting day.