fall, floating, fly

City of My Mind

~ 7-1-15 ~ by Olivia ~ all rights reserved ~

I travel the world over in my mind

I dance from thought to thought

Building stories like an architect

Considering expression, and chasing a feeling

Like shifting light patterns

Just to know its name

I am free

To think, move, and believe

Philosophize, breathe, stare.

I read, and gather bits of life

And rain and sun drifting in 

The stained-glass window

Of my mind’s eye

Blinking, I hold out my arms

Balancing between the here and then

The full extents and possibilities

Fitting in with the familiar

I don’t know

Dust and the stars, life like the sea

Fall, floating, I fly like the sky is my bed

I drink the clouds like rain

And sing

Syllables taste like frost and dandelions

My dreams, some careless toothpick castles

Others as firm as the ground

Hard-packed ideas, keen emotion

Heart’s yearning, strung with imagination

Doors crash, lights flick on and off in my city

Traffic slows and then commences

Clockwork of my consciousness

Windows to wash and thoughts to filter

Walls climbed. Avenues and old buildings

That remember. Bustle. A murmuring mind

Growth, movements, and connections

Map the city of my intellect

I’ll rest in the harbor.