Gathering. Poem by Luke Nicholson

Gathering.


The slow songs work the most.

Love. Strong word.

Suspend with me for our potential makes us beautiful.

Dwell in this suspension, the hangover of life is asleep now so share a cup of adornment as we adorn each other.

And the slow songs work the most.

The beautiful sways into contact like a sea of atoms. Slow released peace, god it makes you want to cry.

The vice aids some while others don’t need it, no judgment… there is no room for that here… there’s a sign on the door and it reads…”Enter friend and be still with me, love patience”.

Don’t ache.

Deep.

Soft voices need no audience when white dresses dance.

And the slow songs work the most.

We meet with innocent eyes, big wide round eyes… big for all the wonder they contain, and reflect… at me.

There lies no divide between girls and boys, we are all children.

Incomplete, yes.

Be content for this moment, for in this moment we breathe into one another.

Patience smiles on by on her way to another room.

These children aren’t lost they just seek no direction, delicate? Yes very…Still they dwell because the slow songs work the most.

Time…Where’s time… who lost time… that old man can’t get through the door can he?

No he cant.

Girls with big eyes.

Boys.

Light.

Deep harmony and the slow songs work the most.