Priceless Piece

I’ll become a mere figment too your imagination,
a dream’s perfect end,
a quick over sighted blur, 
a deeply cautioned kiss,IMG_20170329_133453_893
thrown, hapless in the wind.
That beautiful hidden road you take, that turns into a

your dead end,

lost in translation

upon your map,
as a lost treasure, stumbled upon by detour,
too another’s, surprised grin.
Perhaps, to match a love so timeless,
you must know it’s worth,
Otherwise, remaining clueless, is like throwing away a priceless piece, of extravagant work.
Too late too ask Claude Monet, Rembrandt and Picasso,
for they drew 

conclusions to love long ago,
and too date,
the piece is priceless,
and still,
it’s worth, is
typically unknown.

Poetry By Tamara Dorsey-Moore
Thinker on the Loose
Copyright © 2017


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