My thoughts grow
wild and spread
their owlish wings
and flutter
past his snoring
nose,
across the lovely
lilac lamp shade,
swishing past the
curtains,
out of the
interstice in the window,
on to the lonely lamp post
standing tall right
outside
the rusted gate, resembling
the lanky man who
scared me
every time I crossed
him
on my way to school.
With his devilish
grin
and a crooked tooth,
spreading his thin
hands
wide enough to catch
me
laughing and
coughing
as I take a sprint,
tripping and falling
but never stopping.
Why do I run, why
don't I stop
and give a cold
stare?
I wonder and my thoughts
hit me with their
wings.
Before I think of a
reply,
a closer enough
reason,
they fly faster and
higher
laughing loud,
screeching hard
rustling the dark leaves
rustling the dark leaves
up the morning glory,
busy blooming its
purple flowers.
Are these morning
glory?
I ask and
drift away again
slowing up my
thoughts that
peck me a little
hard
and signal me to
stop.
Up we flew over the
sea,
feeling Cold winds send
shivers up my
spine,
watching boats and
ships
that twinkle and
fade
every time the
Light house moves
its
white hands in a
sweep.
The sea air with all it's salt
weighs me so much that
I
jerk my legs a
little
to stop me from falling.
Thoughts come
swishing
down faster than
they rose,
across the purple
flowers of
The morning glory,
over the
flickering lonely
lamp post,
past the rusted
gate,
into the interstice
in the window,
across the thick
curtains and
the lilac lamp
shade,
across the man who
stopped snoring
and now lie fully awake,
looking into my eyes
with a
question on his
lips,
that I reply with a
lie,
covering it up with
a smile,
and a twinkle in my
eyes,
as I say, "...
dreaming about you!"
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