these gray lights over casper drape
over tiny white flecks of water
thrown over the secret riverfall of
time has no place.
and, here we die,
lay and wait for the sky to open
so light can fall down.
clown light scrub the afterday of
many sorrows. wash our
fantasies. bright smile our
dream world of
paper floors and hollow candies. make it glow.
let love go and i’ll be a
whisper in the
music on a distant clear blue sky of
many stars, infinite blue.
they seek their wonders inside a
tide of ice and shadows. take me there.