Vase Days Ways

you’ve always amazed me
from day one
fascinated ever since
in love with you from then

I must by now have hours of you
stored away in my senses
as well as in poems

I always run
to one window or another
when I see you
when you’re passing
until you pass away
until you pass out of my vision
out of my view

my poems are my rare view
as well as my rear-view mirrors
I look back through
when I don’t or can’t have you
passing like fresh flowers
in the vases of my senses


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
2:14 p.m. 23/10/07