Songs unite the front,
standing at the edge of the mind
taking that step forward
when told to remain,
lost souls swim to the surface
in this make-believe world.
Surreal hues mark the place
floating in the moments
we take care of the minutes
like a meeting of the minds,
ticking soundless and forgotten
for if we cannot hear the beat,
we cannot dance to the tune.
In these places I find the comfort
threads of words drift
cutting the core to the quick,
and rising to take the bait
we fall down once more
to the hard ground that calls
for the soul to sit a spell
and remember the importance
of a silent meditation,
how it soothes and heals
the broken,
how it patches together the colors
to make rainbows
after rain.