there was a little man in a little house

all he had for company was a little mouse

everywhere he went the little mouse would go

even in the rain and the wind and snow



oneday he woke up. the mouse began to sneeze

and his little chest it began to wheeze

he built a little box for  a little bed

made a little pillow for his little head.



then he made some blankets to give the mouse some heat

tucked the mouse in bed tucked up nice and neat

then he made a potion to take the germs away

to help the mouse get better once more they could play



next day mouse recovered well again once more

mouse was fit and well again like he was before

the little man was happy he still had a friend

a lovely little tale with an happy end

Have you seen the fishes of the deep blue sea,
Have you swam through the stars and galaxies,
Ive been keeping track but baby dont ask me,
Ive been slipping in between realities,

Staring right into the sun for way too long,
Grasp at all the little thoughts before their gone,
Steal a smile from the moon and then move on,
The seasons still seem to change so how could i go wrong,

What if i start to laugh before you talk,
Have you even had a chance to read my thoughts,
Its hard to stay even when youre odd,
Ima go ahead and loose myself before im lost,

The woman sticks her head out the window
and breathes in heavy air,
fog swimming down her throat into
unsettled stomach. Grumbles and groans
under the weight of morning dew. She can almost
taste the grass from here, imagine the way
it blows in a breeze she hasn’t felt in years.
It used to move her, slide her hair down her
back and now she always wears it up, those
bright red locks tied away where no one can ever
find them. Wet hands glide across glass pane and it is only
now that she realizes her head feels a little too heavy
on her neck. Necklace throbs
against collarbone and maybe
it’s the loneliness, she thinks, the desperate
way she hears the birds chirping
in some unknown distance and she wonders
what it would feel like to move.
She takes a step
away from the window.

we're used to disappointment
our eyes shine brighter
without lights to guide them

we'll hold hands when we're done
when the moon isn't  the only thing
capable of outshining the sun

the night whispers in our ears
and the days rush forward
turning into years

we're used to disappointment -
we can't find stars in clear skies
so we don't need them to guide our eyes

~
*It’s time to let go,
Time to rest,
Time to sleep,
And time to dream again.