Good Pain

A pain that reminds
A pain that means you’re a live
Seeing a fire in those eyes
Entertaining challenge changing it to a smile
A fever that causes a taste for grape

Warm to icy cold
From frosted lips
Tasting a flavored softness
Literature daughters pushing the norms
Playing games with anonymous customs

Laughing with a lopsided grin
A voice that suspends
Eyes that hold one frozen
Floating above the floor
Swinging like silk in the morning air

Catching wind in the palm of her hand
Looking at life through blinded eyes
Giving in a way that only nature can
Dreaming of the good pain pretending
On a layover without thought

The intensity of every sound
A symphony on the senses
A subjective tease
Reminding of the infinite forgotten
A fever for a taste in the flavored softness

A good pain that reminds
A good pain the means you’re alive
In the presents of yesterdays future
Counting down the minutes of today
Anticipating the details of delight

The intensity of every smell
The intensity of every sound
Looking through blinded eyes
A symphony on the senses
The concentration as the clock ticks down

Catching every detail in memory
Smiling at the reflections of today
A burning candle strangely out of place
Swinging by a grape vine
Reading fate on a life line