penning it down

Penning it down

It’s like the song playing on the radio
and the beats fitting tightly to a random beating of the hand
getting sucked into another world where, for moments,
things will just be as they are.

Each word accepted, each word listened without commentary,
just plain understanding and straightforward listening.

It’s almost like being in another nation,
the meeting, and smile that was not confused for any other meaning
than the one handed forward during that time.

Each look is forward to same direction.

Words that fit perfectly with each movement and feeling.

A slippery fall, but to the smile and content of all,

And when we laugh indoors, the sound
flies over the city in a complete swirl
over the rain clouds, near the heavens,
by the moon, in color of three flowers.

White light, I met you in
and in a straight line we avoided
to exactly what fit right

for the moment.

Simple.

Almost nothing, but purely just everything.

mary