the metrics upon my thoughts
land
in a planned dream
you appeared in a multicolored dress
i confess: it was tempting when you came my way
in the midnight gray
when you suspected my thoughts were distant
reminded of our touch
which subconsciously i missed very much
even as long ago weeps for a much desired sleep
action is misplaced on the table of distant seas
waters placing us a part
while the heart attempts to start
my standing still wishes for you to move near
to alarm my every symphony so that my vision can hear
the word spoken back then, i still understood
when we lived in the same neighborhood
i neglected the requested chance
i was too nervous to dance
embarrassed by your movements and step
i kept all my rhythm enclosed
until the water flowed to the seeds, i then arose froze
but dripping to the splendid occasion
wherein this invasion became translucent
(upon the metrics of these same thoughts : this summary of a melodic swoon
my fullness was regarded as the moon
walking like mj backwards to the stolen tune
yet we sang with fascination, admiration
& rightful sensation! (memories restores faith and hope; the contradiction in this is that : memories needn’t be rushed to be created.)