Slipping Through My Fingers
Slipping Through My Fingers1 min 20.5K 1 min 20.5K
I spent my wakeful hours
Pondering over her
And waiting for her to show up.
But she had other plans
Of invading my dreams
And my tryst with Hypnos*
I wanted to hold her tight
With my loving stretched arms
I took a step closer.
But she flitted like a butterfly
Before I could touch her,
Slipping through my fingers.
Enraged, I planned better next time
Lying in wait, ready to pounce
To prey upon, when I got a whiff of her.
Often she never showed up
And if she did, she would disappear
Without a sign of her presence.
She wore a different robe each time
Rarely tidy, sometimes crumpled
But mostly messy.
But in the most unexpected of times
She would just glide by submissively
And fall on my lap, like a puppy.
And when I am lucky,
She briefly she lets me in;
Into the secret world of words.
I quickly placed a tiny fraction of her on paper
Before she threw me out
Life is no fairly tale, with happily ever afters.
*Hypnos: Greek God of Sleep