The sound of my agitated soul

It's 830 and it feels like an eternity has passed.
Nothing has prepared me for this.
The slow movement of time
Like a elegant ballroom dance
Slow gestures and glances
A study of dance without movements
My eyes hungry for rest
My body senses it too
The slow agitation of the sound in my head
Torments me like the screaming of bells in the night
Of some Holy places
Deep breath relax
Another deep breath
A few more time for good measure
It's 835
I hate you time

Nov 29/13

Items in the drawers

Lost items in the drawer.
Papers, pens, small nicknacks
A clutter of assorted thing that
I have no idea where they came from.
Lost in this jungle of stuff.
Great I can't remember what I was
Looking for?
Oh well it will come back to me.

Nov 19/13

In a heart beat

Dance, move, laugh, cry, and remember.
Be as free as the breeze
That gently flows from place to place.
Let it take you.
Let it find you.
Something only found in your night time dream's.
Be as free as the sunlight in the sky.
Be as adventurous and curious as a wide eyed child
Discovering the new world of thing and idea's.
Be yourself, you are far move beautiful than what eyes
See.
The simple joy in a smile.
A joy it has been.
In our moment shared.

May15/13