Follow Me

Take your time, but hurry up. 

Can’t really explain the taste 

that swells and teams, the syrup. 

So sweet, it filters through my days. 

 

Follow me into the dimension 

of senses that sift into time 

and ends in surface tension. 

Follow me towards the design. 

 

Ramble along the bramble trail. 

It could be tasted on the wind 

as though strawberries sail. 

So sweet, the memories grinned. 

 

Follow me to that place in mind 

which fills one and empties sieves 

into a small hourglass defined. 

Follow me while trees loose leaves. 

 

Describe the occurrence, if you can. 

As if we were children standing here 

destined to travel to undiscovered lands. 

So sweet, try not to bow or leer. 

 

Follow me out of this destination 

into the now of your relations 

that is mundane in interpretations. 

Follow me home for salutations. 

 

T.M. Prada

Copyright © 2013

 

*An exercise beyond the box.