A hum not heard outside my ears
Smashes the synapse
Interrupts the light within
And a black occurs to me what emptiness
Empty-headedness is like
No real thought has a chance
Mouth dribbles to darting eyes
Mechanical hands lay out a plan
To cover up the gripping fear
That I don't know you...
You won't agree
I think to hate you, without your love
No real feeling has a chance
Pretense builds upon my walls
Bright colors print patterns
Dreamt intricate to awe
The unique separation
Will soothe the illusion
That gnaws a longing
To be inside you...
Or far away
No ear has a hint
How I am you, we will not know
Light to tap upon your springboard
Gracious to lift me to spring
Time sprouts the child I am
Bright beads of laughter sing
Out sounds so softly they bounce
Me high on your light-track
With the Speed of a little
Spirit willing