The Flower You Plucked.

The flower you plucked 

 from my morning dew bed 

 Aiii says I ...as I stretch & become awake.

 feeling for that space where that flower grew,

 there's a little wound there, don't you know

 how could you hurt me so

As I touch that place I look up in wonder.

to see who picked that flower, much too late

He had passed in the morning misty dew 

wondering searching, for whom I knew not.

I spend  day & night searching high & low.

for that phantom flower picker

that has left me wounded so
I could smell the scent,

of the flower that you picked
so I just followed my nose 

and followed  you up the street
& just there you were 

behind that hazy mist 

I reach to touch you, 
but you smiled & shook your head

such a mystical look in your eyes,
that told me, your not of this world

I stood rooted to the spot
wondering what to do 

wanting, yearning to touch

to caress that face

that magnificent face 

that's so out of my reach

          Connie James    16/12/12