The dreams and hopes of one thousand thoughts,
Ever lightly falling towards the low Earth.
The twisting and turning of a colorful design,
And the ignoring vision of the busy pedestrians.

Two eyes catch the flailing silk,
As the wind adds a brush stroke to the canvas.
One hopeless mind, eyes locked ,
Nothing can be done, the tie hits ground.

In the sky, a sinking cloud.
Condensed droplets of lost life.
Past the windows, the busy people,
Right to the feet of one set of eyes.