Chaos

Still melt in ecstasy I do,
harking back to nights under the September sky
humming Coldplay, quoting Rumi
stardust sprinkled in our hearts and mind.

Conferring the truth of the universe,
musing over it verse by verse

Chatters that turned timeless often,
of faith, poems, and omens.

Conspiring to decipher what they hold,
as if we knew it whole
Who knew those whispers hushed
were catalysts to chaos in our soul.