Spinning In The Dream of You
I saw you stand in the middle of my dream,
the compositions of bach spinning through my mind
logical yet emotional juxtapositions
notes strewn in a wind-swept field .
Waiting for time to slip away in the memory of your eyes,
I found the slipstream of atoms that led me back to you in an iceland illusion.;
a candle breathing through the night.
Holding the curve of your smile in the wind
cradling the light of your heart in the tears that flowed from my eyes,
I waited for the breath of bach to bring me closer to you.
I saw the sound of your voice
and felt the sum of your love crossing the miles through so many false smiles.
Listening to the sound of notes crashing one against the other
a composition I created at 2 A.M.,
I heard the snow make love with the wind
felt your life breathe into mine.
London found Paris in a dream,
and Reykjavik chose to paint matisse in a chaos that began with love.
Whispers followed sighs
followed notes upon my piano
choosing to write its own beginnings
echoes reverberated through my heart.
Keflavik followed the sea through the threads of your sweater;
the warmth of wool chasing your every step.
Life chooses life
as the snow chases my thoughts of you
through words that have no words,
with time that chases my dreams
somehow within the threads of my heart.
I run through the moments;
each pause a note that completes a composition;
beautiful in its own light,
forever in its moment of time.