Suppose

by Rebecca Taylor

Suppose that time just went away
And all that was left were swirls and dips
And sways and dances of all the colors of the skies
And all the thoughts that are were our minds
At the very moment that time ceased to exist

And suppose that me and you and you and me
No longer were nor ever was as we tend to think
Of things that we think about in our frail little minds
In our frail little heads as thoughts dash in and out running
Frantically to and fro, back and forth to try to figure things out

But suppose that while time ceased to exist
And our lips were frozen against the unsaid words
That no longer needed to be said, a quiet voice spoke
Into the darkness with light and color – blues and greens
And violets and reds and opals and roses and orange and greys

Now suppose that these colors were thoughts
And loves and dreams and actions
All thrown together without so much of a thought
As to create a work of art so breathlessly beautiful
That all one could seem to say was “I love you.”

Suppose that this work of art, these swirls and dips
And dances and pirouettes weren’t there to say much
Of anything at all other then to simply exist for
The sheer beauty of being beautiful and lovely
And all those things that make us stop in wonder

But suppose these colors and lives and shapes and
Thoughts were supposed to mean so much more
To us in our frozen moment of time as things shifted
And moved and danced and sparkled and caused us
To delight in the basic beauty that it created

Now supposed that these shimmers, and shines
And glowing hues and shades were supposed to move
Us instead of freezing our fingers and toes and lips and mouths
Suppose that we were meant to move with the colors and
Dance with the shapes and thoughts and actions of those around us

And supposed if we moved and twirled with those
Things and shapes that we came across we would be able
To span the entire sky full of stars and moons and giants
And flies to accomplish so much more then if we had simply
Been frozen in a bare moment of time.


Copyright Rebecca Taylor 2006