In Silence
here, from my tiny spot in the universe
with the lights behind my eyes
and everywhere
flashing in a rhythm
swaying to a beat
the words take their time
and I remember what it’s like
to think like molasses creeping down a canvas made of bright blue springtime sky
and I remember why I like being alone
with the peace and the quiet and the
rush of blood to the head
with the rain, a drumbeat on the roof
and constant evolution
with the music in my head
singers crooning quietly, lulling me to the state of sweet subconscious
where ideas flow as streams
free, wild and pure
where dreaming is the cure and not the cancer
(In my Drafts folder since April ‘11.)
