Noted

Our time

Bubbles

Leave us

With gum

 

On our faces,

But wishes

Are still

Birds

 

That can go

Where we

Cannot.

Paint the sky

 

For them.

I know

It will

Take you

 

Many hours

And a new battery.

Some birds

Are willing

 

To wait.

Paint it

Foggy blue

And I will draw

 

Dancing words

Under your head.

You will use

Magic brushes

 

To croon

Windy whispers

Of sonnets

Into the clouds.