Ramblings

The riff of that secret chord floats 

delicately around our interactions,
but if I played it would it please you?
When you find yourself drowning
among friends and strangers alike, 
am I the designated driver of a
conversation that should not happen?

I may be as shy as lightning but you, 
your heartbeat is as loud as thunder.
Galaxies away, you feel as familiar
as that scruffy-looking Nerfherder,
the one from that movie I can recall
but tuck away neatly in my brain folds.

A feeling can be fleeting, a flash of
a red coat contrasting against snow. 
Love is a choice, it is a declaration of
commitment, compassion, consistency. 
Don't forget that you have a bed to lie in. 

Because the next time you reach out, 
you will find a hand to hold and I will
hold you accountable for your expression, 
and a tax you might not truly want to pay.

They say you can grow up to be anything, 
so I became a myth, a warrior, a goddess.
I am a Cheshire grin and the stillness of Time.

I believe in impossibilities before breakfast, 
and forge realities after noontime meals.

Although, layers removed, my siren's call is cold, broken.