This Other Plane

A poem...

I close my eyes,

-and I’m not here.

I’m far away,

-in a place where we’re near.

 

It’s a coffee shop,

-set in our minds.

With the best people,

-I could ever find.

 

Can I exist here,

-and also there?

My body walks these streets,

-but if you were to stop and stare,

you’d realize I’m far away.

My mind’s in our coffee shop,

-at the rise of every day.

 

A place of poetic musings,

and jokes, you’re definitely amusing

always choosing the right words

for this daily laughter you incur.

Bound together by writing,

-fated by the pain we’ve hiding,

and I wonder if its time to start deciding

to let go.

To stop worrying, and let it show.

 

I wanted to inspire her.

To light the fire in her.

This girl I’ve never seen.

In this land between lands,

-in this poetic dream.

 

Can I exist here,

-and also there?

I think that’s the wrong question.

From her I’ve learned a lesson.

-she’s left that kind of impression.

 

This other place,

-this plane of poetry and song

It’s part of my world,

-it’s where I belong.