Saturday, January 12, 2008
hello, old friend.
7:10 AM
Today was nice.
playground flashbacks, the rain in my hair and
your scent on my skin,
me tippytoeing to reach the flying fox like some misplaced Tinker Bell;
you watching, the way you always do--
fairygroves! your home is Magical, how it
closes in gently around itself, tucking in so many secrets:
a seven year old Snow White; elves in the playground and
the way werewolves gather at night, at your call;
toadstool rings and fairy dust;
...we may never go back.
the rain singing the world into silence outside, and
a castle with walls of children's crayoned fingerprints--
we could reign here forever;
I could live here forever,
I could stay here forever
...could you?