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.