In seconds....Nonsense 111

Until I am there with a smile

my pen dances on finger tips like lips
in passion
while my mind follow these words
in taste

it feels like a cool summer breeze
riding a magical carpet

while the clouds shapes itself  like lovers 
all in a net of hope...holding

do not fall or whisper nothingness 
For when I  am there I am

Let me enjoy the ride
side by side

we mutter nonsense so often
to some

yet embrace by never getting old...
knowing 

death ..life...love...dying ..living
knowing all in One
we are

and the day becomes today
I am there.....
Like dust to dust