Poetry © by Thon 1998
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I THOUGHT
By: Thon
I thought I held you, like a prize
that never slips away.
Until I gazed into the sun
and lost you in the day.
I thought my hold on you was strong,
I doubted your own will.
Until you ran away from me
like water down the hill.
I thought I saw you in the night,
running through the dark.
I chased you till the rising sun
was greeted by the lark.
I thought I felt you touch my arm,
as gentle as the wind.
I turned too late, you were not there,
Nor ever came again.
that never slips away.
Until I gazed into the sun
and lost you in the day.
I thought my hold on you was strong,
I doubted your own will.
Until you ran away from me
like water down the hill.
I thought I saw you in the night,
running through the dark.
I chased you till the rising sun
was greeted by the lark.
I thought I felt you touch my arm,
as gentle as the wind.
I turned too late, you were not there,
Nor ever came again.
