Wishing Doesnt Give A Penny Poem by melissa fox

Rainbows caught in a jar
so placid and perfect
they dance in colors of the dreams i've had
they swirl in my deja vu
i may dance upon this pillow of perplexities and wonder
just wonder where i have come from for just
a simple
moment but i find myself
wrapped around an infatuation
i am not even going to fly away
with fickle and ridiculously juvenile thoughts
\that it might be more
but is it infatuation that drivesmy soul to birth these thoughts?
breathing in the thought of you my soul smiles
a long since journeymy soul hath not revoked
the power of love to control any and all parts
of therefore including the sight
and or being of you
all the lights may shine but none so bright

as the reflection of my soul when i think of you