This Poem

This Poem

Rebecca Mayes

Oh I know now what it’s like to dream as a flower would
Oh I know now what it’s like to write a symphony with my fingertips
Who said, who said I couldn’t touch the depths of emotion with this, through this?
It’s seamless movement, breathtaking, filmic, it’s your own interpretation

So take your time, can you bear the weight of this poem?
Won’t you take your time, can you stay long enough to breathe it?
Don’t you know it makes its way into your veins

Oh I know now how a valley comes to life, how a city dies
Oh I know now how fragile it feels on the wind
Who said, who said I couldn’t touch the depths of emotion with this, through this?
It pushes the boundaries, communicates in mysteries, it’s your own experience

So take your time, can you bear the weight of this poem?
Won’t you take your time, can you stay long enough to breathe it?
Don’t you know it makes its way unlike any other game into your veins


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