Coining Thoughts
I am coining thoughts
Like copper pennies and most loved quarters
I am gathering leaves and flowers
as Spring is giving so much grace
But I am dropping moments and time
I am missing the season
because I am in love
It confuses the senses
befuddles the brain
Leaves appear on trees but cannot enter my brain
I am lost in a foggy imagination of your hand in mine
I am trying to find it but
You create such total confusion
Love is making me loose time
I am a thing of delusions
Lost in your rhyme
I am little but a bed time story
Living on meteor time
I long to see it and be present to the everlasting gorgeousness that is happening which is priceless never to be retrieved time
But all I know is your echo
And the dream of your hand in mine
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