I’m writing these lines instead of distracting myself from you
So that I may finish what needs to end and begin what needs to start
Sweet, sweet anticipation
Dripping, all glitter and gold
Down from my ceiling onto my pillowcase
Deep into my dreams
Descending a spiral staircase
Heavy, patient footsteps
Be patient as the light pours through the window!
creating a warm aura on the angel fluffs
that float by the river, little travelers, fairies if you will
Now I’ve sunk so deep into distraction that I ask
what fraction of my life has occurred
inside and outside of my mind