Panorama

She said, I feel numb
I said that doesn't make any sense

I unscrupulously pipped her to the post
In a logical tense

Well...Can you feel love?
Is her rhetoric defense

Can love manifest in the form
Of another's presence?

Can you feel my words and truly
Know the value of their contents?

Can you just sit with me
And bask in a shared conscience?

...

I let the words swim round my head
till my mind is condensed

If she had a penny for my thoughts
She would indeed have a few pence

But now she's spent

And I fear I've cost her  
A great expense

I have no gold to return
Only frankincense  

I'm scared of jumping for greener grass
and getting caught on the fence

My patch of grass is tall and dense
Humid with herbal incense

There's a tree-house high in this jungle
But the climb is intense

...

So if it's a journey your after
Say when, and we'll commence

Can you handle it?
Not to patronize or cause offence

But before you agree
You need to see
What this journey represents

I hope you do
Because the tree-house view
Is immense.