There's another world in your eyes.
I can see it when I stare:
a heartbeat in time with the flicker of a candle's light.
I can hear it in your voice,
something familiar.
A bridge between your world and mine.
Can I leave, though, my own world
which I have so carefully assembled?
Can I hide forever?
Meet me on the bridge.
We'll sit with our legs dangling off the side.
You can whisper in my ear.
Words like silk.
Still water or flash floods?
Warm meadows or mountain ridges?
Crisp autumns or perpetual spring?
Your world or mine?
I can see it when I stare:
a heartbeat in time with the flicker of a candle's light.
I can hear it in your voice,
something familiar.
A bridge between your world and mine.
Can I leave, though, my own world
which I have so carefully assembled?
Can I hide forever?
Meet me on the bridge.
We'll sit with our legs dangling off the side.
You can whisper in my ear.
Words like silk.
Still water or flash floods?
Warm meadows or mountain ridges?
Crisp autumns or perpetual spring?
Your world or mine?
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