And The World Stops Poem by Emma Atkinson

You write to me,
And everything is right with the world.
You say my name,
And the world stops.
It is as if gravity no longer exists,
And everything drops.
Everything but my heart,
Which is rising to meet the stars.
It glows with an energy of its own,
Redder, more brilliant than mars.
It is atoms colliding,
Electrons exploding,
And with it I am riding
On a current carved of crystals,
Sparkling thoughts flowing in a stream,
And all is right with the world,
And it is as if the world were a dream.
From the dream and chaos knitting,
I hear my name,
It is piercingly soft, a needle hitting
The the floor,
Yet it ignites my soul like flame,
And the world stops,
Perfection is a molecule suspended in the instant,
The wind on the rooftops,
Where I sit,
Reading your words until they fuse with my own.
I smile at Big Dipper in the sky, and admit,
All is right with the world,
And all the world is a poem.