The lizard slinks across the
Warm, smooth stone.
Light footsteps pitter-patter
Through the sand, barely leaving footprints

It curls up in the lamp provided light
Pressed against slightly heated glass
The ornaments scattered in
The clear aquarium
Don’t keep the lizard entertained for long

The lizard is like a Joshua tree.
It tries to grow to a height
That has not yet been seen
Its environment tries to slow it down
It grows with persistence, and moves a bit faster.

The lizard will soon shed its skin,
It anxiously waits for a new chance.
For a roomier layer in which to live.
The days stretch on;
But it won’t be long
Til’ the lizard is in a bigger place.

There’s a place where ivy grows too thick
Spilling over wooden walls of white lattice
It stands on a platform of grey brick
Where fireflies wallow in a luminous status

In the night, the lights give off a hazy glow
It traps the sounds of laughter and lust
Where daytime fades and shadows grow
Where a lovely sigh becomes a windy gust

In the morning the leaves whisper secrets
And the flowers listen in with open ears
And the dirt stays moist and weedless
So the vines creep up from cloud’s tears

That beautiful hideaway we used to share
I’ll always remember what we had there
Now summer arrives and you hardly care
And you’ll never love me, you’ll never dare

But at least I still have my gazebo
It’s roomier without you