Magnets

• Sophia Reardon, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2006

As the crispy colourful leaves blew down the path, a little sign of struggled happiness sparked through my endless mind.

Like a white rose in the wintertime, that blows in the gentle breeze.
I lay awake unconscious thinking of you
Dreams that lead to thoughts and then back to dreams.

I feel a whisper that tingles but does not move me.
For it likes to hibernate in a cave, staying in darkness until it’s safe.

I reach for those revolving exchanging magnets just there frozen, stopped and stationary.
It grabs but weakness drives it away
So there it just stays...in the moment.

For today it only slumbers, but when awaken shall last forever.