You ask what it means,
These words
loosely tied together,
the threads,
Colors and patterns
That are only today,
Written in slanted
Script across
Unlined paper.
Things float
To and fro,
Cresting and ebbing
Like a tide,
Connected to the moonlight,
And every other thing
In the sky.
Asking breaks the spell
Woven between my thoughts
And yours,
Rendering
It meaningless.
Categories: Poetry