Behind closed eyes

 

I sit with my eyes

closed tight,

watching the swirling

starburst in my mind.

Seeing the lights

fizzle and flash,

dart and slash, burn and crash.

Like fireworks,

they explode

and

I watch

as I catch

wayward hearts

as they fall

like snow

upon my tongue.

They make me

want to burst into song,

but I know that if I try

my voice will not come.

 

Because times hands

are not yet

swishing around

at a million spins

every blink,

the universe

isn’t yet ready

for what is yet to come.

When the storms

subdue

and our

lighthouse glow

outshines the moon,

like nightlights

giving hope

to the many

and the few.

 

I sit.

A set of

jittery thoughts

raise up from

the pit of my

stomach.

Fluttering,

flapping

across every space

Then they take

Their place

behind

my eyes,

mingling with

the internal

lovelorn sighs.

My face

Reddens,

but I don’t

mind

 

So, I sit

with these

thoughts

closed tight.

Counting the stars

behind my eyes.

The millions

that shine so brilliant

and bright.

The hope

it swells

in swirling fields,

and the bitter pills

will no longer

need to be

delivered,

because love

will heal more than

any medicine

ever could.