In a world where everything is so noisy,
[yet so intimidatingly silent]
I like to imagine us
drifting alone and away
from a reality
that never actually was real
and I like to imagine
words passing between us
filling up the air with its sweet aroma and warm glow.
A hovering hurricane –that was my life
And you exude calm.
I want to believe
that in that very moment-
when nothing and everything
happened all at ones-
when I didn’t speak anything &
you just looked at me
something clicked back into place,
because just then
happy felt like the perfect thing to be
and smiling not so wrong anymore.
You were the sparkly splendid star
in my seemingly sizeable sky and I followed Sabaism.
And If it were on me,
I would knit a sweater
out of all the words that wobble
out of that slippery sober tongue of yours
wear it as a charm, as a token.
And in between moments
that always last longer than the last,
I like to hear the rhythmic beat of your heart beating
And trace with my fingers-
the shape of you smiling.
Can you hear them too? On days that the noisier than the rest,
the melancholy melody of the magically musical aubades?