Drunk on the stars reflection
I find solace in the orange drooping leaves
I  sink into the mint morning grass
The moon sliver is the color old book pages
The smell of rain is near and far
And over the hill
A little too the left
Is the castle and town
where I spend my Days

And heard in the mountains afar
A bell ringing, deep as a north giants voice
                                   Ringing
                    Ringing
     Ringing
Suddenly Becoming shrill
like a cricket in my ear
Awaking to my alarm
Once again surrounded by books
School books
And a hundred papers
Blank papers under my skinny arms
And we move on
Day
     By
          Day
               By
                    Day
Until we are only dead dusty bones
Forgotten and grey

Pieces of the sky, fallen
Only to lie in the holes of an old street
Only to meet a hurry-home man’s feet
Only to be kicked by a passing cheat

Dreaming to be something more

Something more than to what it was born

To be, at least, to be apart of a business women’s coffee in the morn

In this world
In the shallow and deep
A reason to hate creeps
Like algae
floating green
In the sunsets sheen

And we float here
In blind silent fear
Waiting for sunny ignorance to set
And the horror of the murky water
To drag someone to the ghostly under

I felt a little more than the drops on my back
And I slipped into the wishing well
embracing myself in my own skin on the bath tub floor
A ****** sack of twinkling wishes, I only was

I wish I was a child again
A child again I said
Taking a bubble bath in mid day-
I clogged the drain
Laid down
And waited
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting for the water to rise
To my mouth
my nose
My ears and eyes

water bubbles spiraled around
It was clear
White
....warm and bright
Like a Hollywood heaven
The water now reached my mouth
It had the taste of diluted tears
And I panted in the halcyon

Then....held my breath

but yet....
NOW I was farthest from being a child again