Wandering eyes with meandering mind
Eat away at symbols
Clutched within the web of thought
Struggling, attempting to decipher
Yet every thought brings on more
Questions than answers.
I bring myself back
Pulling myself down
Out of the clouds
And try and stay in the moment
I see my reflection
The tell-tale signs of age
And wisdom, scurrying about the lines
Drawn out by Father Time
I smell the scent of freshly cut grass
Billowing through the open window
I taste the last drops of coffee
Spilling down my chin-
Caffeinated liquid gold
I touch the hem of a shawl
Wrapping around my fingers
In a lover’s embrace
Protection from the cold, harsh world
I listen to the silence
The sound of alone
The melody of my heartbeat
I sink again into thought
As it yet still beats for you.
The daydreams clamber
Up the mountains of sense
And finds that it makes none,
But does it matter?
I lose myself again in altitudes
Only to force myself to ground
Plummeting like my heart
Spiraling in a cacophony
Of windswept imagination
And damnable overthinking.
Matching sequence to truth
Archeological digs brushing
Away thought as I brush aside
Yet another far-fetched dream-
Trying to make sense of
Ambiguity
My restlessness enjoying the ride
In disorienting travels from heaven
To earth
And oft I wonder if I am
Here or there,
But in truth, I realize despite all
That I am both and everywhere.