Synesthetic Bliss

Resting my head in the lap of a ghost

Refreshing confusion

Remembering time and times, the ones that did or didn’t happen

While this one matters most, slick as snot, but sweetly fashioned

In the shape of my embrace and taste, the color of contentment

For the mind no worry, the heart nary laments

The light will burn for no one as long as the sky doesn’t fall

I’ll be watching

Seeing deep to know the suns intimately

To know their birth names

From a language older than words

That presence feeling

That silent sound

Of the song of all that is