(But don't they flock in groups so sook?)
Underneath me, the world moved,
Nobody to spare a wave or look.
The trees and shrubs rustled their leaves,
Mocking my lonely passage in space;
I showed that I didn't care a bit,
Belied by my voyeur pace.
I watched the merry streams frolic,
My snow white fleece darkened by my sorrow;
I wanted to disappear, vanish, evaporate,
Like there was no yesterday, today or tomorrow.
In pensive thought I stood and rocked,
Moments felt like days and months;
You drifted past as I trudged behind,
The breeze to me what you were once;.
When does it stop, I mused aloud,
Exactly how does it all end;
A cloud with me to stay for life,
Where can I find you, my friend?
Thanks to William Wordsworth for the opening line of this poem, taken from the super popular and awesomely famous creation "Daffodils".
My own two-pence (twenty lines, actually) to follow it... Hopefully should get 1/1000th the recognition and 100% mental connection.