Affections are neither here nor there
Regardless
I'm sitting here...but I'm really there
with affections of a time locked inside 4 walls
I carry with me everywhere.
Sweet lil' box o' time of mine
God granted me this serenity to sync thee
with this heart o' mine.
My mind sees sunshine
My eyes say gold shine
My resilience stops for a moment of silence
paying respects to a memory of
the sun lighting a room with your slumber encased for my
witness I swore to God was gold in paused time.
Oh yes
I'm still sitting here...but I'm really there
breathing air ancient to this desktop flurry fanning my face.
Ol' Box o' Time ; Sweet Heart o' Mine
both joined, locked in 4 walls to an opened window of
ancient air brushing the mane of chain braids...
...aahhhhh...
i AM amazed
to testify twice to this gold in time paused.
I'm still here...but I'd rather live there
in that time locked in 4 walls
where my heart burst free of me
to pump life into this memory I shan't allow
to live with me in these 4 walls that physically
seat me now.
My tongue debates the validity of such affections
My mouth tasks itself to ritual murmurings
My pen joins my innocent bystanding,
funding this notepad with sanskrit unintelligble to
the unintelligable.
Neither here nor there
You are somewhere
feeding this memory with your pride -
I coward at the thought of vouching for such a claim...sitting here...
My mind sees 4 walls of a room
My eyes say that you slumber in peace
My heart pacts with the morning's sun rays
to behold to my witness
beauty
wrapped in a chocolate
I swore to love, honor, & obey
with the affections I still have for you...
...sitting here.