Lucidity Speaks – Poem.

Lucidity Speaks

When you speak, how often I must

listen with baited breath

to hear the thing you might say

next, could be funny or serious

off guard, i tend to spend these moments

and makes me like an addict

for I love the rush of blood to my

head when you make me think

before I speak, so I don’t get it wrong

so I don’t regret, but I live regretting

these moments, precious, few

i spend in awe of you, when Lucidity speaks

it reminds me that there’s something in the

air around us that I’m breathing funny

something makes me come alive

ideas that once were silent fly into

the sky that wakes and blinks in

blue hues that colour everything around us

somehow sharper with your eyes wide open

your voice softly speaking things aloud

where I can hear them, over rush of blood

and thought where they are blooming now

in sunshine of your fertilising mind, strange

how coincidence draws you to new places

where I’ve decided I would share a glass

of wine with you that was old, red wine that

I would usually treasure with someone dear

like you could someday be, you shake me.

to invigorating friends, and thinking that shapes me,

to conversations that are fleeting, but enable me to build a

life around me, it’s enabling me to Live.

What do you think?