the windmills of your mind
few rendered hypotheses, in music,
are beautifying you as you are, as if
it's a subtle whisper of mine to you;
so listen to it in friendly mannerism
thru the windmills of your mind, ok?
i swear that's chic… (ma parole…!)
i wish
when I wish to sleep, I sleep captive in the fiber of the dreams that float in my mind ⋯ your shadow in my light savors a song's color, infused in my soul's nectar, wrapped in what I wish ⋯ when I wish to see you, I see you as I penned you in the endless sound of my atoms, played by you ⋯ gamer, sailing in my ear, you wait for my whispers in cochlea's curved nook, to listen to what I wish ⋯ (when I wish), a desire smiles on my lips, and through my eyes, having as watcher, a dream that floats… through your mind
