The Machine

A kaleidoscopic cryptic
Mind
Makes room
For fireworks
In our mouths.
Standing a top
This tall quarry
I jump
And think how
Beautiful you are
When your eyes
Meet mine.
I see a million stories
All I've been waiting for
Within you.
If there is a break
Of silence
The voices will yell
So loud in my head
But if they're kind
They explain how
We will be together,
Youth in revolt
Two souls
Fused as one.