Unscripted Gravity
Unscripted Gravity
Let me read your book and dance in your pages,
Pages of unscripted gravity that never lets you come down,
A gravity that brings me to a fiction-like truth,
A truth that leads us to speak with dead voices,
Dead voices of desire knock on locked doors.
Let me run my fingers over your words, finding stuff that you forgot,
Forgetting an understanding of what’s going on,
We don’t have to say a word when the lights go out.
Let me give you a reason to show me your inner sky,
A sky that frames hollow trees blowing in the breeze along a raging sea,
A raging sea that drowns me while saying, please forgive me.
Let me find your pulse before I plant your seed,
A seed so deep that it’s protected by an invisible fence that circles a stained glass house,
A house that holds memories of stuff you should forget,
Forgotten truths of shackled anger found deep in a cavernous jungle.
Let me taste your dream long enough to paint a picture,
A picture of a man who has no shadow on the wall,
A man with a story of seasoned pain.
Let me hold you long enough to spin uncontrollably in a lazy waltz,
A waltz to an underground road of mystery that takes me to you.
Let me be your dreamer tonight so that we can wake up tomorrow,
Some days are blind to who we are,
Some nights are endless with what we know,
Let me read your book so we dance in your pages!!!
