The Flower You Picked *****

The Flower Picker


That flower, you plucked
From my morning, bed dew
Aiii, says I!
As I stretched, becoming awake
Feeling for that space, where it grew
There's a little wound there,
Don't you know!
How could you, hurt me so!
Following my gaze, touching the space,
looking up, with wonder, in my eyes
Trying to see, who picked that Lilly
Too late, in a gossamer passing, me
In a misty, morning dew...
Wondering, searching,
For whom I didn't know!
I searched day and night,
Searching high and low...
For that phantom, flower picker
That's wounded me so...
I could smell the scent, of the Lilly,
you picked...
So I just followed, my nose
Following you up the street...
And there stood, you
Behind that hazy mist, surrounding you
I reached out to touch,
Smilingly, you shook your head, no!
Such a mystical, look in your eye's
That told me, you're not one of us! 
Rooted to the spot. stood I,
Wondering...
Longing, yearning to touch to feel
To caress, that face
Your magnificent face...
So out of my reach!!