When a minute takes an hour
Does that hour spend the minute?

Sixty seconds, all life long
But gone in the blink of an instant.

Do you tip toe through times, of thoughts,
Wishing for some connection.

Clinging to the door frames,
dividing time and space.

One half here and one halfway back
you’re stretched in each direction.

Memories will swirl you up,
they’ll hurl you right where you want to be.

You skip from star to star,
Feet flat stones to the surface.

Grazing gently through your mind,
Reverie for misdirection.

Lost between the realms
of what ifs to be, and had beens that are.

Infinity floating undertow,
And reality flying in the wind.

How can you  be lost,
when you know exactly where you are?

Do you stand as so it seems,
whats off, or can you tell?

Your mind stands to congregate,
and your body holds the floor.

Hand and feet move free, and do,
while mouth and eyes have fun.

Lungs gulp down its sweet drink,
skin blushing by it’s warmth.

Epitome of life lived true,
yet something seems slight off tune.

Are your puzzle pieces all intact
Or is there one left, lonely, maroon?

It seems as though love’s left its cage
Each beat in search of you.