Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Twenty-Eigth Thought

Transparent thoughts waver to life in my brain
Eyes opening, sparkling silently and unseen
Shooting down my neck, then arms they take fast my hands, and they flutter in a frenzy of type and thought and ___

Like a gyroscope within my heart, it beats forward towards purpose, feeling the momentum build towards some great unknown

Memories flash and flicker dancing with each other across my neurons and synapses
Each changing moment intermittently interrupted with one constant

Moving closer and closer to you
So much to say
So much to hear
Let my lips hold yours, and yours hold mine, and we can have silent conversation
Talk about the things that can't be said aloud
Talk about the things too great for words
You and me

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