souls see souls see souls

when a million moments

kaleidoscope

into a cosmic rainstorm: a soft

pitter patter

that means souls see souls see souls

so i won't choose a moment

when i've chosen them all:

woodland thrones, down to the water

and always off the path.

crushing berries between our fingers

and being sunlight, being riverflow.

short chair, tall chair,

a million ways to die and all of them

intangible under the shoplights.

watching flowers grow on

telephone boxes.

stillness in darkness.

blinking lights and its not so scary

when you're around;

autumn. and vinyl scratching

like fire against the dark.

fortune, or just us.

trees and shades and woodland creatures

spinning tales like silk across

our foreheads for everyone else

to read. a crescent moon, suspended.

lights, strangers, warm mugs.

cocooned in stories and sounds.

drinking in everything like

a last breath of air.

holding time between the palm of

our hands and stretching it -

and then we're spinning,

dizzy,

spinning in different directions.

okay. balance. a cosmic

pitter patter

of souls across space. suspended,

alive.

and still spinning.