Rocks below
Sky above; hello
I say upon a breeze
Hoping it'll get to you; and you won't sneeze
At it; and if you do
Will it have tickled you
Like a feather?
How's the weather?
I hope that this
Upon your time does not diss,
This note like tumbleweed
On gusts of thoughts I took heed,
Always on my mind
You are, impossible I find
Not to think
About whilst I take a drink
From the murky pool
Beneath me, a fool
Maybe; I may just be
If signs are not obvious to me,
Stubborn until infinity
Even if I cherish anonymity,
But there's only one of you
In all the universe and like Bloo,
A friend like you even if made up
Still exists in my heart forevermore; buttercup...
© okpoet