When I close my eyes,
what do I see,
from the darkness comes your face, and
trees reaching out reaching up, then
the last words I read in some Book somewhere,
the weight
of
them takes me to my knees,
where I find you waiting,
in the coolness, and all this time I have
acted and thought I was alone.
Does my life have to empty out and lay on the
ground for me to realize how precious, i t i s
how fast it goes by, how little time we are given...
eyes heavy am I falling down to the ground
then to dreaming.
A young child on a swing,
sees a bird with a broken wing,
runs to get a shoe box, some grassy bedding,
calling for his mother, while crying,
please be okay, please okay, please
he cups his hands carefully carrying
the bird, pecking, into the box now nesting,
quietly he walks while his hands are bleeding,
calling for his mother while crying,
it will be okay, it will be okay
Up the stairs,
puts the box
down with care,
opening the door,
entering with his
treasure, quietly
sleeping,
but he can't find his mother
anywhere,
suddenly the box gets heavier,
as a
cat jumps
on, the box
in his hands
strikes him strange
as they don't own
a cat...
imagine that.
mom make it okay,
mom make the cat go away,
mom why didn't you stay...
mom?
©DWE072013