Did you forget yourself, fall? Did you leave the gate open to the pen, so the clouds could all escape? Did you fall asleep on your watch, so the sun could keep on shining? Did you have a row with the north wind, so he up and left? Did you forget yourself, fall?
How can I work? This stupid task, that heartless publishers may ask, is all to hard for me to do
The night cat, comes with the darkness, chasing the dusk rats – made of the scraps of brooding thoughts. The night cat, keeps to the shadows, licking his paws.
Is hers the hand you can’t let go of?
Cut all strings. Let it all fall, and never look back. If you act like it never existed, then maybe it never did? If you pretend it was a delusion – perhaps this present will be true?
Distant stars and fairy lights shaping earth from darkened sky. Silent dreams and buzzing stories travel throgh the barren night.