Chasing Cotton Flakes...
Chasing Cotton Flakes...


Stop by my heart
And listen to it beat,
Pulsating through the anxiousness,
Running along my soul today
Stop. And listen carefully.
You will hear the stories
Concocted in the passionate imagination of a lover,
Fuming in anger and dripping in love
At the same time,
Waiting for her beloved
To break through the shackles of designated worldliness and melt into the honeyed version
Of her deepest desires
That fit right into
Her little world of paradise.
If you listen closely enough
You might also hear her
Footsteps, along with
The tinklin
g of
The trinkets she wears,
Running along the dewy grass
Chasing cotton flakes,
Like a little girl
Amidst a sea of the spring in the air.
And if you wait some more,
Just a few more moments;
Wait till the pulsating slows down,
You will hear
The songs of silence
Vigorously written down
As the words come falling
Out of the canopy over her head
While she lies on the same dewy grass
Counting white clouds
In a sky of her wildest dreams.
Shhh. Listen.
Stop and listen to the silence of my heart.
A thunderstorm is due tonight.