Tell Me Something New

All these words have emphasis
All these words are emptiness

Devoid of meaning
Reaching or grasping for feeling

That or this
Us and them
Me and you

Tell me something new, friend
And keep it like a secret

A blossom to be awoken
(Growing river of the spoken)

Spinning wheels and hands that feel
The shape of a dreamer

But it makes no difference
Pick a paddle
Send me swimming.

Tell me what do you see
In the garden of our friendship

Open, and growing in amazement
This full alabaster spoke and unspoken

Spinning wheels and hands that feel
The shape of a note unopened

But it makes no difference
Ever known
Pick a day
Send me swimming

The ocean of refrain
Or the currents of delivery

Day after day
Tell me the shape of your dreams