The Process

Faces appear with gentle smiles

Welcoming me into the land of crazy

Where you can’t believe your thoughts

But your senses… Oh yes… The senses tell the story.

Notice… 1… 2… 3…

Notice me. As I dance lost in innocence

Ancient slate wiped clean.

Your cocked-to-the-side head, shaking a naughty knowing grin.

“My heart fears you… us… me.”

“I see you. Flash! In my reflection.”

I taste you. Smooth rich cognac

“Touch… My heart and soul.”

My mind plays tricks on my reality

See it. Pop! Blast! Into my sight line

“Taste it. Smooth rich hazelnut.”

Touch… Myself with these thoughts.

The frowning figures of the past

Saddened that we cannot recognize

That we had found each other long before today

But this life… gets me… Under Pressure.

Just to get me dancing again

Without you.

Notice… Joy… Gratitude… Humor

Notice… Love.

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