16th August 2007
These days,
I walk down the street
with not a weight
on my feet.
These days,
I smile as I walk
with thoughts
that of you talk.
These days,
my eyes long to look
at you; for they love
the way you look.
These days,
I don't mind the traffic jams.
For my mind
has its own little happy jams.
These days,
Those happy jams
are all I bother about.
These days
those jams
are all I bring about.
In my head, I place you.
And a pleasing distraction are you.
My thoughts stop to look at you.
They ponder and circle around you
They stop my book-reading.
They waylay my daydreaming.
They orchestrate my smiling.
They distract my being.
These days - upon my word,
A certain emotion,
A certain word,
has me in a serene commotion.
These days,
I walk down the street
with not a weight
on my feet.
These days,
I smile as I walk
with thoughts
that of you talk.
These days,
my eyes long to look
at you; for they love
the way you look.
These days,
I don't mind the traffic jams.
For my mind
has its own little happy jams.
These days,
Those happy jams
are all I bother about.
These days
those jams
are all I bring about.
In my head, I place you.
And a pleasing distraction are you.
My thoughts stop to look at you.
They ponder and circle around you
They stop my book-reading.
They waylay my daydreaming.
They orchestrate my smiling.
They distract my being.
These days - upon my word,
A certain emotion,
A certain word,
has me in a serene commotion.
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