Talking

It’s never been something I’ve thought about

Never something that was dreamed about

Something I had envisioned in my head,

But nothing I could have even imagined to understand

There’s something about the persona of this occurrence

That makes the peace inside me resonate so clearly

Though now it is over I have become slightly sad,

Knowing though that I at least had the chance

It’s hard when it dwells in your body

When, it’s something you think of more than constantly

 Something to keep you from sleeping at night

And for what cost, but remembering you had such a great time

I can’t really describe it, but it isn’t something that has to be complicated

It’s just a thing that has happened, and has hope to once again be related

For this was so desirable that nothing else should be on your mind

Your family, could not be on your mind,

Nor even a worry to care for, would be on your mind

To cherish our time is my only honor

And I ask of you more than just again, that you can share your daughter

Because she is the mystery of what makes me my own

And a beautiful being that has come and changed me so

I cherished our time from within time that winds

Down to the core of my body, and I only long for more

If languages could just be thought within heads

And we could communicate that we don’t care if any thought’s spread

This is so true for what has come, and everything that is known between two humans young

For even just the simplest sip can take the stray out of your walk

And get you drunk beyond the capability to talk

Funny words are exchanged between two mouths

Nothing funnier that what is spoken in the south

And in any sort of brokenness it’s easy to recover

Don’t worry because it’s not like we’re speaking blabber

It’s nothing out of the ordinary, nothing beyond friends,

but know that it is extraordinary, and I don’t want it to end

That something like this should even happen

And nothing can change it, nothing could happen

And it is so interesting to know what is interesting

There isn’t a feeling of knowing what could be entering

From top to bottom a sense of kindness and belonging

Knowing that someone is here to hear you whispering

And from the kindling of a mind to come

To enter from the time time is done

To end with the knowing that God is real

I can’t explain what has come to me in this appeal

But one thing is certain, and this I can tell you the truth

And that is that I loved this, and I loved talking to you