the recesses of reason

In the recesses of reason our souls speak and you peer into my head.

Your voice hits me like a wave.

In the depth of seduction

the motions are still and I'd like to have it all under my control.

As I break into the world at midnight in a summer daze,

a haze,

things are not always as they seem.

To the music of rustling leaves, kicked by the soles of my soul.

I stop at the foot of a tree,

there I find a poet,

a king.

Entrenched and entwined, he and I groove.

Easily, as I could understand.

The turn of the mid-day hour reminds me of the moments.

On a roller coaster of words and wit.

Breezy and true, unwavering friends.

Longingly I dream, then on my way am wandering.

drifting, mending,

changing seasons, they are abrupt.

Alone or inbetween, he comes to me.

Comes before me, the poets dream.

Comes forth the truth of the land and waves,

as he and I groove.