Hold My Palpitating Hand

It is times like these When I cannot force A poem out of me But the emotions leave My blood boiling Like that split second Before sugar turns into caramel And my cheeks inevitably Turn red. I cannot explain this Bursting universe Inside of me- It leaves my head in the Stars As my world Slow dances around you. So hold my palpitating hand And let the silence Speak for itself- Meanwhile, other roses Bloom as the sun embraces Them with warmth, Church bells Of another wedding- set Four thousand six hundred and seventy two Kilometers away ring as Rice and good luck spread On the floor Lands become arable. Other universes form. Supernovas like fireworks Colour this painting Called the sky The so called Nerd With braces Gets her first kiss A fifty-five year old man Somewhere in Brazil Says thank you to his wife For the first time in Quite a while Birds chirp A tiger in the wilderness Finds water And butterflies desert their Cocoons- So hold my palpitating hand now And let the silence Speak for itself – Because it is times Like these When worlds and words Are born inside of me, And I cannot let them out.