Firecrackers to frighten the animals.
Shadows of mountains run
On the surface of the fords.

time flies
so fast
that January
seems like yesterday.

but
time drags
itself out
so long that
I forget
when August began.

I hear the pitter patter,
the incessant tapping,
the rising and falling
of fingertips
emanating
from cubicled walls.

And my mind drifts
to more pleasant times,
to the rhythm of your heart,
so steady,
so alive.
It seems like eons ago
that you rocked my world
with your sweet kisses.

And it's times like these,
times lost to sheer boredom
that I drift,
dream about the moment,
the moment when
our eyes did meet,
locked in each others arms,
counting heartbeats.

If things were well enough
  I'd leave well enough alone

I lay my head, drifting....
To the land of dreams
A paradise of endless creating
A temporal displacement of the seams

A world of no boundaries
Plains of expansive imagination
Diving into an array of stories
A creative imagination invasion

Transcendent angels, greasy ghouls
Some dreams amazing, others well...
Nightmares trap our souls
Until an otherworldly bell tolls

Jarred and torn awake
Morning time already
Wishing it all fake
Missing my world of confetti