Atop a bed of clovers
I lie and wish away
the days of burden fallen on me
under willows that softly sway

Under potent clouds and sun
i beg and plead and say:
"let this time and times go on without me
alone, I'll gladly stay"

Without charm and devoid of peace
i taint my every day
so now i wish the sky to hear me:
"Let the world go on and play"

Atop a bed of clovers
I still lie here day by day
I whisper "please forget about me,"
I guess you have to yell when you pray

Your eyes are lit up sliver,
With the cool glow of tinfoil stars,
Entranced I dream to grab your hand,
And fly to our rusty button mars,
Through skies jeweled with bottle caps, paper scraps,
And all things unknowingly sentimental

Tonight will be ours,
As we whizz through the junkyard sky,
Our hands laced together,
This galaxy is for just you and I

Stars spill across the skies,
And my eyes are a magnet to their beauty,
Ever entranced by their snowy glow,
Wondering softly how far their shine goes

The wind is lifting me,
Like being plunged into the cool autumn sea,
The clouds are still a spectacle,
Whether black or pink or grey,
But the dwindling light,
And beige film,
Weigh on me,
And I'll yearn for heat spread thick across my back,
And blazing mornings filled with bird song,
But orange is a good colour,
For bodies pressed together,
And steaming drinks brought to noses,
And lips on cool, pink cheeks.

Rain was falling this morning
on my way into work
harder than it typically does
in the morning.

My office was darker
than it typically is
on a cloudy day
like today.

The rain and darkness
are pairing well with
the interviewees in my ears
as I vacantly stare at the computer

entering letters onto the dull white page.
They discuss their respective crafts
while the fan-girl interviewers
go gaga for their answers.

It's usually days like today
that would make someone
slump into a depression -
eyes glazed over, aimlessly working -

but there's something quite beautiful
in the colorless sky today,
something almost musical
in the falling rain.

The gentle roll
Of unspoilt land
Goes on and on and on,
Endless shades of green
Pouring into one another
And then into my eyes.
Wide skies and cascading light,
Luminate bark and the scent of growth,
And change,
Or both.
I crave the sea,
To lap away my aches,
But I ache for you,
Each bone pulsing your name.

But I find stillness in the clouds,
A white cloth of calm,
A lullaby.