I thought

I thought of a thought
when I was caught
up in a reverie.
The result was naught
though I tried a lot
to write some poetry.

I thought of a beautiful flower
in the midst of a bower
with rose red petals.
But my dream was soon over
as the clock struck the evening hour
it was time to set the kettles.

I thought of a sea-side
where I wished to abide
unconscious of now.
But my thought soon died
Ended my dream ride
I do not know how?

I thought of a long train
moving along a mountain
producing light and signal.
Suddenly, it came to my brain
the idea was mundane
and the theme was dull.

I thought and thought
but nowhere sought
an objective to proceed.
With my mind I fought
and at last I got
that nothing was conceived.