My take on Antoine de Saint-Exupéry's master...
I was from the nature of light and transparency...
Laying in the darkness, my duvet wrapped about me.
I hear the autumn wind whistle around my tin box...
If a Giraffeacoo was here and now,
How funny would it look...
Vacant faces beg me to life
In the tidal waves of my strife...
There stared bold at me
the light...
Your hands, when you close their fingers,
fold like water between your eyes...
To our...
She once told me of your tears, your pain;
your misty sighs whispered from a shell refrained...
On my adventures, I sometimes see
teddies looking just like me...
The Miracle of the three Hebrew men.
Shadrach, Meshach, and, Abednego, the names given...
I still wish and whisper, hope and plea
(with every shooting star I pretend to see...
The clocks on the wall
Ticked and tocked...