spin our song
again
so i may tease out
new notes
and catch fresh
inflections
in the symphony you
express.
mindfulness
please, a moment
longer
for me to gather
thoughts
and throw them
at the wall,
to watch them
stick..
or not.
found me ready
to run
at first whiff of
a storm,
yet i stand here
in puddles
my gaze set
on yours.
stirring coffee
for the
swirl..
it
spins
while foam
bleeds
in
as bubbles
separate.
in mind’s
grey
the earth stops
spinning
long enough for
new colors to
emerge
from all corners of
the world.
the piano sounds of
trickling
water
to tickled senses
held under
spell like
magic
awakens
soul submerged.
heartbeat against
eardrum
close to combustion
from timely
tension
of strains felt
that need no mention.
a fallen rose petal
covers my
eye,
its salve soothing
me deep
as it
blinds.
pixabay
spent the day scraping at
clouds with my
thoughts,
then hid under
their weight
until fully
lost.
bury me in
autumn
so that i can thaw
like ground,
from peace
of solemn slumber
when springtime
rolls around.
hands in the garden 
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