Up here, I have no clue.
This shroud of white is like a fluffy blindfold
I’m free to imagine
And make do with what I have.

People tell me to come back down.
I’m becoming ignorant, it’s true.
Something I’d much prefer
Over having to think of you.

Down there, I see the blisters on my skin
The painful scrapes from where I ripped you away.
They sting and ache and bleed
Only getting worse every day.

The severity of my want of you
Emanating from every action I take
In constant fear and worry
That my words would bite back.

So, don’t you see?
I prefer it up here
With my head in the clouds;
Where I have nothing to fear.

The moon looms over the night sky
Peeking silently through the curtains of my window.
And although the hours pass
My eyelids are yet to grow heavy.

Desperate for rest, I reach for the depths of my mind.
I know! I shall count sheep.
An odd and childish choice.
But I shall count myself some sheep to sleep.

The herd gathered in my mind and ran for the fence
An endless stream of four legged clouds.
Each sheep jumped the fence
And I count them out aloud.

One sheep, Two sheep, Three sheep
The herd never grew thin
Four sheep, Five sheep, Six sheep
But I would not fall asleep.

There would be more than enough sheep to count
Maybe it would just last me ‘till morning.
I wanted to stop
But the sheep only kept coming.

So, I count my sheep aloud
While the night keeps passing.
The pasture filled with sheep
For the whole night I’ll be counting.

I arch my back and stretch to wake,
For the day calls to me once more.
Rubbing my eyes as I stare into blinding sunshine through the window.
And my dance begins.

As if the world claps along;
One foot after the other, going forward and back.
I gather my breath and seize the chance.
For the world is here to see me dance.

Like a spotlight, sunshine rains down
As I flow through its silky light.
The world is watching; I’m scared near to death.
But I smile for them; Yes, give the best I might.

The day was long and I begin to ache
Wondering if the dance soon comes to an end.
One foot after the other; And like rolling curtains,
The blue night takes the sky.

The dance halts, yet I think not to bow.
I feel a strange relief wash through me.
It wasn’t half bad; I go to rest and close the door.
Tomorrow I shall dance once more.