…what do you want to
write about
fight about
in the cave of your mind
where blind walls of irrelevance
rise high, so high
where the mystery
of abstraction
lies in wait to catch you out
trip you up
just when you thought you had it
by using the whole alphabet
of thoughts, words, music, feeling
unsaid, unspoken
stretching out like hills rolling
landscapes wide
a whole geography of me to you to me
and everyone else in between
populating the presence
of so many memories
hanging like tapestries
in wide open halls
where in the heat of before
what is known
is quietly sung at night
in that small corner
that hidden place
where you sit and play
on heart strings, melodious
in that rhythm and space
where a look, a glance
long past
are still warm to the touch
of the quintessential
the almost holy
from me to you to me
once more
.
 © 2014 threegoodwords
