A Bedtime Story

 

 

 

Somewhere on a hill near the seashore

A light house stands with seagulls at its feet and fog in its eyes,

A Writer in its chamber

Sitting in her favorite chair,

Smoking her favorite brand

Watching the tide come / go out again,

While filling her crystal goblet to the rim.

Somewhere in her mind sunshine dances on her cheeks instead of the rain

That falls down upon the not yet peaceful land

Sleep comes with one arm twisted around its back, unwillingly.  

 

While shomewhere in her heart

Joy hides like a bandit waiting to rob the bank of the rest of the loot

Somewhere between awake and sleep, she remembered mama saying love is easily chewed, but hard to swallow

Drifting…shoulders loosen / head drops

A drop of Merlot falls upon the alabaster floor

Seagulls look for their night beds and sounds whistle from crevices in the planks

She writes a second entry into the journal

Feet on the ottoman, pulling the covers closer to her chin

Head falling gently as she is affixed to the rain rolling down the pane / the rocking motion of the waves

Somewhere under the stars her mind is at ease as she ascends just below heaven on the wings of Pegasus

The rain is hard now, whipping with no mercy

Lightening echoes clashes of Titans and thunder rolls.

As the writer lulls into REM and dreams begin…

 

Somehow enchantment in precious laughter

Gushes of ocean amidst pearly stones

Rain misty through foggy terrain

Dust blows across desert plains

And he smiles somehow.

Clouds moving down cold cottony soft

Sunshine somehow dances right there on her cheeks

And he never speaks

They embrace in between orange / yellow leaves

The snowman melts into peaceful land

And he touches her somehow.

Somewhere on a hill near the seashore

A light house stands with a writer fast asleep and she kisses him somehow.

Good Night.