My Word !

I am the operative tool

Of my harmonic poetry

Lists of lines dwelling

Within the balance of my mind

In the way I come to write

The words come to me

My serenades sit stacked

As high as infinity's wall

They linger marvelously

In a capacity of endless space

A fortuned library

Held at my highest esteem

These words I say

Have been patient

On the tip of my tongue all morning

Playing games with my mind

Assuring you of their unique design

The surrealist ideas of my knowing.

~ B

Hard Questions

I once opened up into a world full of strangers
What a curious sight of incarnated dangers
Am I in your conscious mind?
Or are you the kind
To tell me that you are in mine
This thought has captured my time
I don't know you, but I dreamt of you just last night
Who were you to me underneath the sky full of starlight?
I loved you and knew you
In a sleeping vision I drew you
As if I sculpted your face into time
Now here you are in an astounding design
In ways far past my understanding
My heart called you; demanding
How splendid it is but I often wonder why
Your face is familiar, this is why I'm shy
For once, you were only a dream
Now our words are flowing in a chemical stream
You are in my reality but before I was sleeping
Perhaps this is it, are you mine for the keeping?

~ B