Synesthetic Time

Reading you
fires neurones
long ago left for dead.

My mind colours
a million possibilities,
and a myriad of futures
hover between a spectrum
of clearness and light.

Time takes on
the momentum of a surf wave
with decades morphing
into the turquoise depths
of a thousand centuries.

Consciousness
remains intimately bereft
of the experience
in a parallel life.
And death is a violent splash
in the moment of a rainbow.