Threshold of Joy - I

I see bubbles of rhythm, floating between
Knowing and unknowing, dangerously near
To wanting; beyond the skeptic distraction.
Not born for season, but for shifting, flowing, melting -
Forget all, the would be's and should be's
The deluded depths of egotism
Shedding of skins over few nightly gestures
Let this rhythm teach you a new song
Melt the woman in you beyond alphabets
Till cloud carrier surmises
His piles of blues for an entire octave
Vastness, still and surreal
As you unbecome my night
For a jostling day.