Pace, Rhythm And Dreams

You change the pace of my life

Everything appears in slow motion

Bubbles bursting in the air

Specks of dust floating in the beam of light

The crow flapping its wings

  

You change the rhythm of my feelings

There is music in noise of

the whistles of the pressure cooker

the honking and the traffic sounds on a busy day

the static on telephone

  

You change the sentience of my dreams

they have converged into reality

the sand castle is my home now

I keep falling but now I land in your arms

And they lived happily thereafter is possible