Bobette Bryan's Poetry
Madness
Somehow, I awoke
and followed you
into a dream
and my whole
existence vanished
into yours.
I became a
flower in your garden,
my upturned petals
searching your sky for light.
Yet I've not found
the sun,
only the shimmering streams
cast down
from a haunting moon.
And we all know
the moon wears
a deceptive smile.
We all know
he's incomparably mad.
But the truth is,
I like madness.
© 2010 Bobette Bryan
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