Sometimes

Sometimes
(New poem... still thinking of a better title)

Sometimes i speak to the universe,
and the universe sings back to me certain songs,

And the shadows of the leaves move faintly
as i walk across an empty land.
And this empty land seems weary
as it watches the invisible hands
that mould the glasses which mirror colors in day light,
to comfort a prancing child that screams in delight,
but the night does grow fiery
when it screams in fight and fear

Sometimes the world swallows the world,
like the tip of my tongue that swallows my words,
and the tick of the time turning tables on the fields
on the fields of pouring rain
with its seasons of numbing pain
and its cackling amusement
much to my own confusion