stories
the sun stopped smiling
and as i walked outside feeling the cold, gusty air
i stopped and looked at the sky
the stars were out and the moon was asleep
lit candles shining brightly on a dark pale blue, misty, sheet of silk
the ant in my pocket sneezed and i knew i wouldnt see you tonight
the clouds rolled in like an extra blanket to snuggle the moon
and she said loud not, lights out, sleep now my angel
for tomorrow is another day, another way to bring you together
the endless pathways i search but never cross
lift your head up into the clouds and look through misty eyes covering the fog
sparesly cut with white topped mountain teeth
staring at you with ounces of misery
desperation which overwhelms the trees gently sway in the chilli breeze
overlooking the importance of staying alive and being
off your bed you fall and ease into soft mossy cloves of foam
cheering yourself on, unattended by anyone's single call
wait at the bottom of the hill where the bus will arrive and carry you to me
for i need to have breakfast in bed sometime
pop tarts pop up out of a one line toaster which doesnt burn
but covers toast in umbillical jellybeans
the faces of lions accumulate
joy for the birds dont sing now
and the clock is the only noise unheard of from the simple but shy lullaby
which gently touches your eyes and the two doors quietly close,
dream.