Dream of Stick Man

Dream Of Stick Man

Once upon a time there was a room where a stick man lived

There was a door a chair a hat he made himself. At midnight

He loved to walk through another life and jumped into the ocean

Of darkness to the underground world, he hoped every time

To make new friends to learn to trust his and their hearts but they

Were scary because he flew on chair on goose and turned the book

Into mobile and caught umbrella flying then quickly jumping down stairs

Falling head-long into the space and then run upon the roofs but was 

Stuck down to a brick head down answering mobile telephone in his hands

He was alone that night again. Astonishing he saw a couple making love

And heard the music of the bats and owls stupefied by new experience

At dawn returned his home safely without even saying Good-bye to thousands

Of stars to blue-eyed Moon to quiet breathing of the night and thanks to

Shadows of smiles of all the strangers from another life that so close just to touch

Just feeling gently with the intent to bless him, to raise their hands and

All together from their Home to welcome a new another day on Earth