The Porch
The spread is entirely foreign 3 stories Differing backgrounds connected My pulse quickens and slows So unfamiliar The sweet taste of nature is spoken in my ear Scents Sights Smells Beings All holding my hands on this new journey There's a peaceful boat amidst the raging sea A wave caresses the ship The potential damage laughing in its face The damage never comes There is only dialogue Conversation as the hours pass The hands remind us of the passing time Words fly out of mouths Lips pressing against their own and another The hands are waving their warning now Unfamiliar voices still offering warmth The hands are ignored 6 hours pass We can't even recall them Every second full of information It's never been so easy to watch a bug crawl on a lamp Never easy looking at your feet swing back and forth Never easy to watch searching eyes or a wandering voice Until now Curiosity overcomes me The thought is still incredible Thankfulness overcomes sleep My eyes are trying to rest while my soul screams I must remember it all.
