eislie

blue eyes

the colour of the sea 

 fell into my eyes the colour of moss 

earth and sea 

quietly

watching in slow motion

time

slipping through einsteins fingertips;

a wave  creating itself 

running through a ribbon

of the solar wind;

gravity just a way to find the music between the soul of the wind.

Silence,

a gift from the ghosts of emily and robert browning;

poems escaping the ribbon  of the solar dream;

you in a space in a room

holding my thoughts in the palm of your hand;

eislie;

just a name that held the world in the palms of his hands;

ribbons escaping the clouds of einstein's thoughts;

a silent smile before the world broke into a composition of clouds;

when

my soul ran through the ribbons of einstein's dream

whilst you held the sea in the palm of your hand.