Forgotten memories
creep like dancing moonbeams on pillows
With night noises
that sing lullabies.
The world once was
quiet at 2 AM.
Is it still so in the
country while the city lights blaze as bright as noon?
Can the birds go to
sleep? Do night flowers bloom?
Do the monsters come
out from under our beds once we are grown?
And feed on the
grandstand of innocent laughter, And the notion of happily ever after?
The wind breathes a
fleeting childhood smile …
For just a blink the cow
grazes in the grass
As the porch swing
squeaks and the apples fall,
Naive times knowing
nothing at all.
Can a day dream ever
come true planted in the soil of time?
Nurture with love as
warm as the sun
Wash it clean until
it shines
Wake it up so it can
be done.
