tumbling through a bottomless river of sky
your tired eyes are full of hope now
your fingertips compose the soundtrack to the universe
as you know it.
i can't help but wonder how much
that big wide world you live in
overlaps with this big wide world of mine
i remind myself to surrender to this present moment
and accept things exactly as they are
without wishing for more.
if i could open up the pages of your heart
like a sentimental book
and read the poetic reality
if i could curl up with that book
underneath the covers
on a cold and windy
and endless winter night
if i could read the pages,.....
i push the mute button
on wasted thoughts
to rest my head against the pillow
of my own beating heart.