Place in Time

There is a small place in time
Between what is thought and what is said

Where cocoons spin out as butterflies
Their opalescent wings spread

Where thoughts pirouette as daydreams
And ideas remain undead

Where love awaits expression
And words voice anger instead

Step back and see; it's an eon
The place endlessly extending ahead

Then why do we find ourselves
In a puddle where someone's heart bled

There's an abundant place in time
Between what is thought and what is said

Where I now sprawl my words
And behold what I have fed

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