like music
unleashed in conducted chords
I search for your memory mixed with mine
hidden on a different side of life
like whispers sliding from the edge of paper
the fog is thick-
I am unable to see clearly
rearranging words in smooth syllables
trying to describe you in my mind
I fold my tears
tuck them away, sailing aimless in the night
in a circle of dreams
my compass seems broken
beauty is distorted,bent
and there is a hole in the side of my bow
my boat rocks in sweet rhythms of poetry
I feel all of your pieces
in an erosion of my thoughts
aromatic cinnamon smells saturate
my senses as I say your name
in crisp winter breaths
in the depth of a heartbeat,
I know
you’ll think of me; an odorless soul
in your dreams
spinning around life cycles,dizzy-drunk
on an uncharted course
flowing with currents
as time slowly bends
with my name on the tip of your tongue
sunlight thins,
orange seeps slowly into the sea
greeting a yawn in still breaths
dark stains of my ripe heart flush
against a superficial matinee playing in my head
as I drift trying to navigate
with only words
and a broken compass ~
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