Childhood fishes. childhood wishes: haunt me like gold.
Summertime nightmares haunt me like squirrels in the backyard.
Shutters like the ones on his backdoor creep up my spine as I recall the summer home I never had.
Ode to a white picket fence. Imagined in detail - a garden with carrots, and beats and friendly rabbits who invite me up for tea.
The magical treehouse we built together beside windows in the sky.
Starlight starbright first star I see tonight.
Wishes made in glee.
Wishes made in hate.
Wishes made for me. Kites, Towers, Fairies.
And secrets by the pond.
Secrets about god, and light, and ice cream sandwiches. Hopes and dreams that fade and glow - hold on tight, hold on tight, first star I see tonight.
Posted October 26, 2009 at 12:08am
