The meter on the metric
Reader so eccentric
Casting glances on a wave
to save the soul romantic

Standing in the stairwell
Staring at an open door
Climbing down the darkness
into a familiar floor

The words unwound
in subtle sounds
rolling off reason
come tumbling down

A penchant for patchwork
and chapters in chalk
Brings back the banter
Tuning the clock

And it strikes the tone
And it echoes the rhyme
It pleases the passions
and stirs the mind

With rapture it ruptures
the world far within
and sends senses to soar
where ironies begin

Come carousel
Encircle
This moment alone
Let go the places
boring times go

A mirror passing
hints at our own smile
Suspending propriety
for just a short while