Built Upon a Whim

Walked inside and fell asleep...in my dream you were the song that I sought to learn and then you opened the door that opened me and all I could do is flow like a minstrel in the midst of menses a sight to see more a sight to hear for pictures are more to the soul clear...the pieces of my shattered past lay all around my feet and the shards of glass sought to penetrate the deep of my thoughts yet there was still a sound of tinkling glass falling and I was there not the least appalling for in the breaking I saw a releasing a mending of sorts and the heart that longs for melody found it in the cacophony of the chaos so-called and herein lies the puzzle with its pieces all pieced together and I under the umbrella of you become wet only from the dew of the mountain top upon which we momentarily chose to stop...again....my friend, you and I!!!