Pincoya

It's the light show
snowing off the bright breeze blowing
out in the park, knowing
it will soon be dark.

This is what happens when thought goes away.
The blinds peel off the windows and your way
dissolves those bars so you can climb
out to the world few actually see.
And then you come back. 
And then you come back to share some of it with me. 

Do you dance while you are there,
feeling rhythm of your soul,
the beat and pulse of life
within you trapped and trying to free it
just by trying to be it?

Oh,
it's more than I could ever know,
even though I've seen so very much. 
Life is more than a simple thing,
so very much more than anything.

In threes,
the chords progress and move you,
they move me to you like a moth to light
who beats its wings to the unheard,
and you can't hear its screams. 

One day we'll escape, see,
and go running free
without the need for our senses lost. 
There will be no fear of what will happen
or who will pay the cost of consequence. 

Bo,dum, dee dee.  Bo bum, dee dee.
That is the song you sang in the sea.
The song without a melody
calling out, calling out to me.