• poetrylikelove 9w

    That Universe

    Sometimes in the midst of chaos,
    I hear a silence that speaks to me
    that whispers of things that could be
    of the magical places that await me
    of strangers who do not yet know me.

    Sometimes, in the road full of people
    that smell of food, sweat and perfume,
    I smell a magical scent, a concoction
    of dreams, love and a little musk
    of the sea, roses and a little hope.

    Sometimes, when sleep eludes me,
    I visit that universe in my mind
    that galaxy of dreams in my heart
    and as my lids become heavy
    the last thing I notice is
    that the stars of that universe
    twinkle just a little bit brighter