A Noiseless Wish Poem by gregory collins

Maybe listen to the smallest hands
rub up against the sounds of the sky
like silence will tell anyone why they should
with wishes or hopes or dreams
and immaculately lovely with flowers
that strike the air when picked
and the sun decided it isn't fond of walls
but instead the painter of your eyes
who drew you precisly like angels
thrown on the beauty of dawn
which pirouettes and creates at least one smile
because our lips have found the solution
that is pauseless as memories
and carefully fatal when confessed too frequently
but luckily made with hands hugging
and thoughts collasping that cannot afford to complain
so the world wants us to understand
that time skidding forward for no reason at all
except for fate which itself must call
the air breathing me into you
a dare to stand or sit on the human soul
and know we sailed colorless to my dear heart somehow
so let's spend curiousity watching miracles believe
and go from freedom to freedom like immortal friends
that bump clumsily into each other breaths
which look at one another laughing uncarefully