Bubble words, you blow them skywards,
a fuzzy cube that you try to fill,
and paint borders on,
To true form it is as powerful as the sirens song,
it yields, here to meaningless,
there to ecstasy divine,
and everywhere tip toes silently.
Creases IDK wrinkles in a face, our conversation,
And makes me feel uncertain in an all together different way,
the way you were interested, but now won't your smile, it will not, come play
to me anyway, if only then i had let it.
Trying to get past thinking i can set it,
this wavy nature is more fixed than anything i have known to exist in mind,
Fine time taps softly to too trilly jazz, impressive, but no feeling inside.
And so too my merit, if ever i had any.
Painted pictures on feathers,
these notions won't fly by reality, even if to this one eye they are pretty.
Hung up in my dreams, I will try to live them,
as a feather that will no longer take flight,
but anyway gives me delight.
Dream catcher twirl, don't let me lose sight.
Then pass the dream on or suck the juice out of it,
precious spider of the all covering web.
gaps of viewing aside, the little blips out,
Still missing connections make me want to AGH! shout
On the cool side, i want to know your name,
to be more than a name, more than here, then and moment.
I to be a sequence of snapshots held together by some tack on a
developing wall.
Don't fill me in, won't you?