The clock stops and with in does the ticking of my mind
I let my hands drift over surfaces changing with each day dream that passes me by
the quiver shakes down my spine and i listen to the familiar trying to pick out the undefined
the humming fills my ears and i whisper to it
eyes shut tight against the noise i search my mind til i find it....
stepping deep into the memory i allow the tweaks to take place
the temperature is cooler the leaves a deeper hue
the noise and smells from traffic disappear into a vapor
my own footfall echos my mind resounding with the sound
black and white images fall in line as i fly through them......
I'm searching for you I'm searching through the silence looking through the kudzu vines
Its a back seat images not whizzing by but strolling gingerly
I snuggle close to you and you say "It took you long enough"
I smile leaning against you taking in your smell ..... "I'm here now" the windows fall away and the open air carriage clops through the cobble stone of Charleston streets and I know I'm home... the vines twist and the sea sounds against the walls and I know that I am home....
The humming drums at my eyes and i peer out into the open.... Holding on to my day dreams my hands still gliding over the surface of the keys I think about love and that man who's face I don't know but heart I recognize... I drift back to Charleston for a moment then step fully into my obligations in reality.