after i learned this about right here
then every place else seems to
take half as long for the time to pass
even up in the sky the clouds tend to stop
not even inching by as the birds sit still
tips of fingers feel like the hour hand on the clock moving
indecisive on the way to express all
of the thoughts running in and out of my head
no particular way is the best choice
rivers that roll or rage or tickle
each away at the rocks i once called home
mud and leaves like friends i used to embrace
in the sky the only light i need
names and faces of the places i miss the most
during the conversation i replay my whole life
enduring the reliving of memories locked in
reading into the language of the planet
sometimes one kiss from you is the whole world
jaybeasley2 