Reverie

The poem below is a collaboration between my good friend Cyndi and I. She once sent me a freestyle poem and to amuse her, I decided to put some rhyme into the work by inserting my own lines. The first line of the poem, and alternately, are hers. We hope you like the overall effect . . .
---------------------------------

Pitter patter . . . pitter patter,
Pearly drops make senseless chatter.
The rain gently taps the windows
With countless beads only God knows.
The whir of the overhead buzzing in the background
Propagates the ennui all around.

Synthetic warmth flowing through the vents
Bearing down on me in stiffling torrents.
Blank stares . . . bored glances
Heavy eyelids perform languid dances
Focused on the presentation ahead
Gravity rules, down goes the head.

Mind wandering . . . drifting . . . floating
Amid subliminal seas, swimming, sailing
The words of the lecture come in yet aren't processed
They sit idly on my mental doorstep - dispossessed.
Out the window the trees sway to and fro
Captivating my senses though my eyes say "no".

This way . . . now that
Arboreal hypnosis in two seconds flat!
Lulling me to another dimension
Hyperspace, neverland, mental fields elysian
Sleep caresses my eyes, leaning onto my hand
Drool escapes my lips as thoughts pour out of my mind.

Words still buzzing but not making sense
Subconsciously I say "yes" in agreeable pretense
Forgotten or maybe unleashed dreams
Amusing my senses to coquettish extremes.
. . . play over and over in my mind
. . . till I hear nary a sound . . .

How I long for the touch of the sun upon my face
To dispel the coldness, give amazing grace
Yet the dream of you holding me close feels even better
In my reverie we drift to heights even higher.

Pitter patter . . . pitter patter
Pearly drops make senseless chatter
The rain gently taps on the windows
In countless beads only God knows
The whir of the overhead buzzing in the background
My mentor calls me but I'm not around!