Poetry: Mysteries in the Rhythm and the Rhyme

I hear the clink of a silver spoon
Spinning inside a coffee cup
I blink myself awake into the sun
I roll out of the bed and stand up

I slip into my old blue jeans
I button up my favorite shirt
I remember those wilder days
As I shrug through the morning hurt

Broken bones leave the echo
Of those moments trapped in time
Half remembered songs recall
Mysteries in the rhythm and the rhyme

I hear the sound of bacon in the pan
I smell the scent of biscuits on the rise
I hear the whisper of your feet
I hear the sound of your sighs

I find you in the kitchen dancing
Slowly across that hardwood floor
Stunned to stillness I stop and watch
Leaning against the open door

Broken bones leave the echo
Of those moments trapped in time
Half remembered songs recall
Mysteries in the rhythm and the rhyme

I think about the things I did right
I think about the things I did wrong
I watch you spinning on the floor
I watch you lost inside the song

You start when you see me standing there
Then twirl with a twinkle in your eye
You bare feet sliding across the floor
You pull me close inside your sigh

Broken bones leave the echo
Of those moments trapped in time
Half remembered songs recall
Mysteries in the rhythm and the rhyme