Coining Thoughts

I am coining thoughts Like copper pennies and most loved quarters I am gathering leaves and flowers as Spring is giving so much grace But I am dropping moments and time I am missing the season because I am in love It confuses the senses befuddles the brain Leaves appear on trees but cannot enter my brain I am lost in a foggy imagination of your hand in mine I am trying to find it but You create such total confusion Love is making me loose time I am a thing of delusions Lost in your rhyme I am little but a bed time story Living on meteor time I long to see it and be present to the everlasting gorgeousness that is happening which is priceless never to be retrieved time But all I know is your echo And the dream of your hand in mine