I think of thought...

What do I think of thought
Or can I only feel
A touch as tender as the breeze
Or hard as bovine –
‘fore the veal

What do I think of thought
What does she think of me
As hard to the touch as a scab
Or soft and supple
Alike thee

Bereft of kindness –
Or genteel
Like an edelweiss to me
She sees the sun
And makes it real
Glistening – delights the sea

Gravitate to Earth without a force
Magic sensed and written on
Below - the park – a round-a-bout
A tree, with branches
Bark and frond

That listen to the overt mood
The cumbersome-ness of the room
They hear disorderly array
And come to right things very soon

What do I think of thought
What does she think of me
A touch so tender as my mood
So precious as the sea