My heart was breathing rapidly
My ears were thrumming silence
Filled with the joy
That came up beside me
I was seeing sounds that spoke
Into my moving mind
It took one glance and told me
That I would never die
Breathing knowledge
Thinking truth
Speaking to the all of you
I sound was rest upon my shoulders
Lifting me to speak louder
I saw the truth float through the air
And sit down beside you
I knew it then
That I would never die.
she can hear orange, yellow and red
she sees melodies playing in the air
synesthesia is her name
she sees the world in new ways
her normal is our unusual
she can feel numbers
synesthesia is her game
Don't fret if you forget the exact look of her smile. A laughter so angelic it could brighten the stars. Or exactly how her face looked when sleeping, curled up, shaped like a crescent moon.
images
yesterday's visions
in a well
within
lost
in
wonder
an inner light
envision
dreams
hallucinatory
visions
lying
as flotsam,
washed by the tide
cascading
igniting
pictures
within
my mind's eye
a deluge of dreams
floods of fantasy
rivers of reverie
torrents of thoughts
vapours of visions
waterfalls of words
imaginative dreams
passing allusions
intermingle
with enigmatic thoughts
a transient sense
of the present
mutli-layered
broken
syntax
in semantic
ambiguity
now resolved
innovative
coherence
now apparent
in
folios
of verse
I balanced on a crescendo
as the reverberation of cannon
glanced off my chest and
orange chills ran across my back.
While, as if birthed by the composition,
warm and cool colors danced in the sky
and back, from the now dull red horizon.
I sat, as cellos and violas
seemed to lift a Prince and Princess -
then flutes and violins tossed them high
on bright and light notes 'til
landing on a bassoon's breath
where muscle and sound lay
softly still...
Little hint of lavender
Sense of indigo and purple mixture
Its beauty hides its innocence
I feel breeze
That makes me soft and smile
Breadth of mind
It uncovers the layers
Authentic sound comes up
Suddenly I’m deep in thoughts
Lost in a palette
Your color
Your mind
Eternal adventure
In a way
Blue window of a soul
Deep down
It spreads to the world
Come into royal green nature
I can see
Your crystals
Your melody
In one second
Drawn into complex air
End up here to find a place
You’re home
The place
In a way
Visible within
Anew your lips shaped
a narrow line hiding the
bluish voice of yours.
Our synaesthesia is for free,
Music is the muse for me,
It's in my blood, you see,
Images imaginary,
Elvira Madigan wakes to see,
Mozart play Mozart lucidly.
Swooner songs sound so silly,
Old rockers croon so vividly,
Funny lyrics in my brain,
Sounding a little deranged,
(It is hereditary
in my family)
Yes, Synaesthesia is for free,
Smurfette's songs, so silly.
--Her Name is Synesthesia --
I imagine color so vivid
leaving those lips--
as if a doorway
to another dimension.
Each hue a photon fingerprint;
appearing in this moment
a manifestation--
lovely, serene, glowing.
The visible spectrum
of your soul dancing
like willows in mid September.
Green goddess of dawn strolling throughout the night sky;
forest hiding its identity; snow covered and silent--
horizon bursting into flames a million miles away;
mere abbreviations of you.
Shimmering foam gliding
across the shoreline
before retreating back home--
I long for such dedication.
Where have you been?
During the tens of thousands
of circles the clock hands ran
while I sat as a delphinium
missing the sun in December.
While needles surf my skin
carving among this canvas
I can only wonder--
daydream and decipher;
Yes, I remember.
I was driving
Bright sunny day
Cool breeze blowing
Through my hair
I caught a scent
And was immediately
Transported in memories
Back to my childhood
Recall was amazing
Instant daydream
Of all those years ago
Seeing and hearing
Just like I was there
Backyard barbecue
Friends and family
I think I was eight
It was a great day
More fun than I’ve
Had in ages with
People long gone
Woke up from
My reverie
Feeling the sun
Intense on my arm
How awesome it
Was to be able
To relive that day
In perfect clarity
All triggered by a
Smell caused from
A source so
Unexpected
Awake I notice
An errant spark
From my cigarette
Has gone astray
In the moments that
Follow I frantically
Try to beat out
My burning coat sleeve