Don’t wake me
when I lay on my paradise of words
for they are an eternal promise
to my heart
I find peace in the paradise of words
like a halo on my imagination
it soothes my lost soul
You did not know
where to begin
as you stood on the edge of your thoughts
trying to find sense
in the nonsensical rhymes
of the rain
pouring outside your window
tapping on the cold pebbles
of your heart
displacing logic
a tad bit to the left
of what you felt was right…
you did not know.
Strings of invisible ribbons
tie us to an ancient path
of mindless banter…
rounded pebbles and cool water
underneath our feet…
splashing us from echoes of swirls…
and carved scriptures
and feathered inked dipped tips…
fog and sanity,
lost in the unknown places of the mind.
There was that broken rhythm
between you and I
that uncommon cosmic connection
like the sound of quiet rain on sunshine
there was that broken rhythm
between you and I
that was a constant in the universe
for which the world took leaps
just to get a day more…
of that broken rhythm,
between you and I.