‘in time’ a poem about a lyricless beat
[this is a poem I wrote whilst listening to J’san’s ‘in time’, it really inspired me. I hope you can listen to the song and resonate with my words]
A soft red flow emitted in my dark room,
The figure of my being comfortably residing in my bed.
 Eyes trailed and stuck to the stars dotting the early morning sky.
The soft sound of the piano suddenly encompassing the background of my thoughts.
 My eyes were hypnotised by the beauteous scenes of each star gently glowing in the sky,
Like God’s personal treasure chest.
 My mind was overtaken by bar chimes shimmering in time with the sky diamonds.
Inhaling from a joint lazily hung between my fingers, the smoke slunk into my lungs,
And ascended my mind out of my body.
An exposed soul shimmering into the astral plain guided by those sweet chimes.
 Soft saxophone hummed and lightly groaned in my eardrums.
Turning my attention away from my intoxicated mind and instead to
Melody. Â Sweet and calming.
He gently embraced poesy whilst dancing in the ballroom of my mind.
The two swayed and span through the crevices of my psyche occasionally stopping to glance
Nosily at the memories and the other figures that clamoured to be heard in my peaceful state.
 August wind tentatively flew in my open window dispersing remaining smoke
Gently holding my head and kissing my face: forehead, cheeks, nose, lips.
Her cold touch kept my mind alert yet content against her odd frosty embrace.
The high of my mind making each of my sense strikingly sharper beneath her fingers.
 By now the saxophone had more confidence in its performance,
A strong rich melody ebbed and flowed from the white plastic in my ears
to the inner corners of my mind,
Attempting to grasp my focus despite my drowsy nonchalant state.
 And it faded into nothing.
The music had stopped.
The lights in the ballroom dimmed and guests dispersed.
Darkness sucked the rest of the light that remained.
 Two figures remained in the shadows,
Glowing eyes glued to my form.
Reminding me of their presence and what they can do to me.
Depression. Anxiety.
They want me to remember how easily they can break me
Even in my happiest moments.
 I don’t know if Melody will reunite with poesy,
Or if poesy will make another visit to my mind.
 But looking up at the night sky and
Seeing the twinkling stars eased my quiet mind,
For now, the glow of the stars echoed sweet Melody.
 Mils JKM
