Time collapses and all I hear
are melodies ranting, miming
awaiting to be opened , to fly
above the skies and the unseen clouds
far beyond what is reachable
amongst the attainable and the elusive
one day follows the other
in sequences spirals of joy and laughter
cycles of suspicion and suspension
the dreams that are I dreamt
cannot be touched by bare hands
they escape rolling in a downward valleys
straight to the bends of the meandering rivers
sometimes the day may seem empty
and others it radiates with a shimmering warmth
caressing the tight niche of the weary bones
where the day makes loves to my heart
kissing, biting, taunting and tantalizing
singing, prying, timing and priming
all the love within that I have for this being
rolled in a cotton bed to rest just for a day