In
twists
the
sides
come
down
In
bends
the
walls
collapse
Unceasing
wakes
we
now know,
most
perilously
lie
below
The
cabin
so
far up the sky,
from
here, its walls
appear
to have been designed,
developed,
directly from the divinity of clouds
While
the night surely didn’t need,
another
mouth to feed,
the
stars obliged tradition
and
thus greeted
their
new neighbor well,
providing
baskets
of
well-wishing upon
the
downiest of blanketing love
Sprawled
about, atop
world
wood freshly stained,
the
neighbor shook
each
their pointed palms,
Smiling
in appreciation
impressed
by each
their
sincere glow
Yet
deep within,
the
neighbor softly spoke,
in
that most cynical of tones;
the
kind reserved for
those
frustrated times alone,
And
in that moment,
amidst
the stars,
he
wondered,
why
the
sun
and
moon
chose
to
remain
at
home
A choice that is to each their own, as many wonder and give a groan, but a lot of the time it is what's for the best and sometimes they just don't know any better to umm dumb to pass the test..haha
ReplyDeletewhat an interesting tale man...it is rather life a twisted fairy tale with the magical imagery of the celestial neighbors visiting...and be glad of the one and not the ones left in the house...at least there is one good one...smiles.
ReplyDeleteMystical tale of a mysterious world, where attitudes have additives just like our world down here.
ReplyDeleteI felt myself sliding through space with an eloquent guide.