It’s all around us,
shining, blinding, beyond bright…
Hope
I didn’t cry for you today.
Nor did I cry for you yesterday.
The tears are staying
on the inside now….
you stretch and stretch
and squeeze out tears
and hope you don’t tear
One flame into two,
a flower into a field…
I put together the stories,
usually the night before,
and send them off…
The Earth is clearly a solid ball,
of fire, stone, metal, and magma,
but spare a thought for a moment…
I don’t know what the first dream was,
but I hope it was a peaceful one…
I should sincerely hope,
that the angels were drunk…
It’s a bit strange,
that such a full street…
It’s my deepest wish,
to reach a point one day,
where I can just sit…
