Waiting

writing your name in my dust

twining and vining through shuffled paper

eagerly grasping, hungry for light

a smooth hard every so lovely day

in my mind as I sit winging my way

southern pattern, the frost forming already

wistfully noting where the end of the tunnel

is today, wondering where tomorrow will

be by you, be my pretty person please?

folding my wings into origami, stamped

clean and neat, like you wanted me to be

slinging mud pies into the crashing waves

of the future form you will be little

feet and nice toenail pudding, breakfast

of sassafrass sashes leaning into the darkness

flying inside my little blue castle of air

sing a song of happy ever will I be?

pencilling in dates and almonds, waterchestnuts

floating on dry land, sleeping in my little

skylight, rocking the boats to sleep

perchance to dream little dreams of you