Poems from Tom Fulton
Lost
In thought of what I come upon
In thought of what I am
In being who I used to be
In what is yet to come
Relapse of feeling, thought...
A deep dive,
A swim into the past,
To find a hope for coming days,
To know what will last,
Is still a dive
That still takes air
That takes...
Your shoes
your hair
your shorts
your clothes
the way your smile beams
and everything you were and are
forever makes my dreams
your face...
Were you meant for me?
I ask the night sky,
And it smiles back at me.
Do you love me?
I ask the sun,
And she beams.
Will I be found?
I...
To please, a word must strike a chord
It must elicit, lest it bores.
Relate to them and then you’ll hear,
But if they’re mine, you’ll shut...