I Wrote A Poem And It Did Not Belong To Me

I Wrote A Poem And It Did Not Belong To Me, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.

words sprinkled
on the soul of flowing water
i was blind i could not see
she was a moment
i was eternity
she held me in her arms
broken wings bleeding
featherless ennui
she was a poem
a part of her within
a part of me
she was the fruit
i was a barren tree
she was my reflection
my pathos my passion
my poetry
on the barbed wires
of her destiny
was a board that read
no entry