In Perpetual Motion

In between the candle light and darkness
I often write about obsessions, the obsessiveness in ones mind
When one can not find peace find peace of mind
Amongst things that may be real or unreal, it plays havoc with our minds  
Capriciously or on a whim that its not real, none of it is real
In the legacy of my words obsessively or not
Is that one finds it hard to differentiate at will the enormity
Of what one sees whimsically or not, its beyond ones believes  
That power of words can be such, if ones not aware from the start  
It can play havoc in ones mind, as one stands proud in the rain of the night
Refreshingly after a hot day just letting it soak as one faces those tears from heaven
As the moon floods my little world, whispering winds over the river
Constantly flowing, just like my mind in perpetual motion its hard
As one walks those streets at dawn one can hear birds singing  
Like that humming bird taking its first sip like..from the morning dew
Ahh, my lips laden with that morning kiss that one can not resist
its engraved on ones mind, only when the silences speak
As one reads in there eyes the need to make love
Divinely or on a higher plateau soaring sky high
That tender touch as you look reading
what's going through their minds
Their minds in perpetual motion

                                  Connie James