while we scamper outside in the sun
they play in forests of emotion
the good of day
and the bad of night
dream by the moon
wish on the stars
every boy should live with
pigtails and giggles
creatures of feeling
teach us patience and
need protection from
this sharp-edged world
and like things made of love
they hold nothing back
in fact pull us towards it
and hold our hands
tightly
on the way there
up all night writing because I wanted some sparkling revelation to offer this morning but words failed and I have nothing to show but the sloppy stains of scribbles and cross-outs maybe I'll learn som
truth aches when an overread book is continually misunderstood or when a love that needs to shout is left to linger unspoken on lips
to this swirling existence we write about so why not dabble in the dialect and points of view? use solitary clouds and footprints fresh stains and old smells the embraces of snakes turn words upside d