A Mixed Bag

By Bruce Clifford

A mixed bag
Aged wine
Reaching out
Feeling fine

A door locked
Her body moved
Out of sight
In the grove

It makes me wonder who we are
If I could reach the nearest star
And when the vision came that brought me down to my knees
Be what it may, and take what you please

A quiet night
And empty room
We've gone this far
We left so soon

A forward thought
Out of the box
In the bushes
A den with a fox

It makes me wonder who we are
If I could reach the nearest star
And when the vision came that brought me down to my knees
Be what it may, and take what you please
I you must stay, you'll take what you please

A mixed bag

©12/28/11 Bruce Clifford