I am the lonely one who sits with heaven's kings
I envision something that - I see.
The stars that canopy down to play -
That is an old song.
The moon that sits on its own
It cost nothing at all.
A great cloak
its eyes, its twinkle, its stars - thinkable.
A hundred neither more nor less
Caught up in the sky; caught up in a safety net.
If wishing is all I had
so it feeds on my heart, on my feelings.
Once upon a time (as I have known it)
When something is felt with eyes, with think, with night,
with cinnamon.
My only friend is an amiable mouse.
Copyrighted 2009
