Pen of My Mind

I would give you the

Pen of my mind

Seeing you are like the

Flash of the rainbow

Ready to whither into transient cloud

Or like the glint on

Holiday roses--

Which no one notices

Exactly when it stops shining:

I would let you handle me;

I would let you know my loves

And measure as trained logic

Would measure and keep.

I would.

But then you would not want

To give my essential me back

And I would then become

The straight blade in the

Grasses I think of me as;

And like the last moment of Sun

On the erratic mouth of the sky

I would flick,

And then be gone.

--thank you, shapelessevan.