Halfway through my sentence
I stutter, I pause
Not for effect,
not for applause

A loss for words
as mind seems absent
when in fact it travels fast,
faster than speed of light
to meet the present,
elusive and heaven cast

On the highway
of a parallel freqency
many miles and off the ground
but close to the heart
approach the words I need
but that got lost from sound

Is it just a coincidence
which happens from time to time?
I take it as read.
The most beautiful sign.

When you finish my sentence,
it is a treasure most divine:
Your mind can melt with mine.

©2014 Myriam Heffels