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

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