Work In Progress

There I was reeling
head hurt-aching
I can't think
you empty me.

crash

fireworks and lightning bolts. I find this interesting. come away with me, at the hours end and cascade along the spirals' interlude.
Cooling tea rested near the window seal. floral arrangements of the gardens gates keep this view happy when humming birds flutter with admiration.
6am i'm barely sleeping the orchestra is right on time as the steet cleaners and garbage trucks hum their tunes and a roarin engine performs its solo.
i am waiting for you.
Meet me again... near the bridge and we'll pick up at the suite.
sometimes when i'm alone i can hear you. i can feel you resting inside my soul.
and i think you're there somewhere out there too far but close enough to understand we are part of the spirals' chorus, high/low i wait for you.