Conversations

Conversations

Shall we talk of pain
That devours the weak
And strong
Shall we speak of the
World
And everything that’s wrong?

Or shall we talk of wonder
Fragrance of fresh oranges
The racing of the heart
When something demands to be written
The curiosity
When we notice
A singing soul
In the corner of a room
buzzing with harmonies.

Shall we talk of the sea,
That you and I fathom with the same eyes
The gold on the sand
That poets see
Or the sun and the moon
That Greet us at different times

Shall we talk of love
That pained us when it made us
Or shall we talk of the songs
That sung us to sleep
When nights drove us insane

Shall we talk of home?
The one that has stairs
That go up and down
That let go
And invite
If you were in the middle
Which way would you choose?
Shall we ask this?