H.Williams

Shut eyes to open doors in the mind,
re-live recent moments behind closed lids,  
while they bounce off walls in the brain,
dribble thoughts through the distance when traveling.
Silence loud, like post-fight thoughts,
to echo in ears and ride with us.
Someone to miss, while they miss us,
to occupy thoughts inside airbus.
Weightless or weighed down, still aloft
like balloons from clown.
It's quiet now, though silence rebounds
I echo you, like seashell sounds.

Spine-backs of skinny hills and mountain tips
fill space for miles with no interruptions,
save for the squares of cities
and city squares, lights, and streets--
streets cornering yards, cement lines 90 degrees.
Geometric roof and pool shapes
grouped between phases of earth-states--
and interstate veins that thread and snake,
connect us all and keep awake.

Bite back sighs for the distance between A and B,
points B and A, and the pointless line between.
Balance between wingspan like a hollow-back.
Back-track, retract, align thoughts, connect dots.
Between cloud bottom and ground top,
on the path of raindrops to topography,
thoughts of you sink in topsoil, in grey matter
it all seems clear like black and white,
when it matters that you matter, and that matter
weighs on the brain, it's top-heavy...which explains
how some fall, head-over-heels for their someones,
while other just fall flat.

Weightless or weighed down, still aloft
like balloons from clown.
It's quiet now, though silence rebounds
and rings in ears like live band sounds,
that prompt your smile to stay in place,
so long as the hum still resonates.
Silence loud, like post-fight thoughts,
to echo in ears and ride with us.
Someone to miss, while they miss us,
to occupy thoughts inside the airbus.
Shut eyes will open doors in the mind,
re-live recent moments behind closed lids,  
while they bounce off walls in the brain,
dribble thoughts through the distance when traveling.