Thoughts

Lurking by the window of my mind Are thoughts wanting to be designed I picked those letters hanging in the wind Stitching them, on paper words were filled When my tears flow from my weary eyes Thoughts are wanting to flee in disguise But all the while it brings me to write My melancholic and jovial times Remembering the past, the first loved poem My heart warmed by its rhymes and syllables Yesterday's gone, still I cling to poets' song Thoughts are now a part of my poems' tune