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