And all of the sudden you came to mind
And my throat swelled
And my heart beat stronger.
I wanted to weep,
As if today was the day
We last spoke.
I sat with you in the forefront of my my mind for a while
And held you there, so grateful for the memories.
In time i tucked you back behind my ribcage
And left you with my soul
Where we reside in between time.
I once again turn up the music and dance.
What’s done is done.
What is yet to come.
My mind keeps
Let sleep come none to soon
And carry me to dreamland
Where no one
These imaginings and reminiscings in
Sweet, vivid colors
As I dance through fallen
And falling leaves in the deep
My amusement and joy magnified
In kaleidoscopic colors and melodies.
When I Move,
When I dance, sing or speak,
I am all countries
And language recalls the root of one.
I am the beauty of the stillness in every flowing moment,
A galaxy believed to be contained
And constructed in the mind.
Universal ancestral beat
From the beginning to the future existing beyond.
More than mere cosmos conception.
Hear it. Be.
Alternate celestial awakenings.
Harmonious cell vibration.
Close your eyes and become.
Let’s sneak out after midnight.
Meet me down the road.
We’ll go running through the field.
Nobody will know.
Bring your father’s bourbon
And a radio too.
We’ll listen to some music,
Maybe dance a song or two.
I’ll bring us a blanket
And wear my yellow dress.
The one I wore last summer,
The one you like best.
We’ll lay down with each other,
Not breathe a single word.
Because we know what our hearts are saying,
Nothing that can be heard.
We’ll count the stars to a million.
We’ll laugh until we cry.
We’ll hold each others hands,
Watch the lightening bugs make fire in the
And I can’t wait to see you.
Can’t wait to breathe you in.
Can’t wait to see your laughing eyes
And do it all again.
*originally published November 2015 @choleintodiamonds*
They try to reach him (me)
They do not know how.
He is lost (I am lost) only in this realm;
Found out there beyond.
I see them (he does too)
They do not see us.
And his voice sounds like
Music, silence and heartbeats.
They only know words.
There was a tiny little apartment building next to our trailer park.
Sometimes on a summers evening a man would stand by his open window and play the bagpipes.
A private concert for us.
Whoever heard first would shout to the rest of us.
We all would clamor and climb the fence to sit on top of it,
To watch and listen.
It was eerily quiet when he stopped and closed his window. At least until we climbed down off the fence
To resume playing whatever it was we were playing in our imaginary world.
The momentary suspension of time
Never spoke to him
But enjoyed the music.
Still remember the mystery and fascination with the melodies.
The cats is watching me
Wondering if i am okay.
I am watching
In my cup
As it moves to the beat of vibrations
Through the table top
From the stereo.
And I am lost in
No particular time.
I cannot feel the blood in my veins,
I do feel the pulse of the music as does the
Liquid in my cup.
We dance together.
The cat still watches.