A Famliy and the Sea

I once heard of a family
who loved the seas.
They sold all their possessions,
took necessities
and their dinghy
out boldly
to the waves
around South America.
They stop occasionally
for food and water
so they can maintain
their lives on the ocean.
I am envious.
If only I were
as brave as that family,
I could live the rest of my life
doing what I love.

When the Sky Cries

Why does the sky cry?
The sun must miss the moon
She calls upon her clouds
Shield her from Earth
She sheds tears
Behind her wall of gray

During those nights
where the moon is full
He is happy and glowing
The sun is visiting

During those nights
where the moon is gone
He is happy and glowing
He is visiting the sun

In the meantime,
however
they rest apart
mere memories
in each others' hearts
The stars are the moon's friends
They are his crystal tears
The clouds are the sun's friends
They keep her company,
When she cries watery tears
And it rains.

What do you see?

I see this. I see that.
I see anything, laying on the grass.
Watching the clouds pass us lazily.
White tufts dance, roll and fly by.
The special, secret game in the sky.
The white against the blue forms shapes
There's a bear. There's a smile. I point up.
I ask what you see.
I see a cloud you tell me.
You stand up and walk away.
We'll try again another day.
I'll think of anything to make you proud
or scream aloud
or vow to play with me forever
We'll watch the clouds, again, together

Exhausted

Your eyelids droop and shut loosely.
You're tired. You're exhausted.
A noise jumps starts your mind like a car engine.
Your eyes pop open.
Scanning the room for the person that noticed you nap.
The two of you meet eyes.
A smile mirrors itself across the room.
Attention is back on the task at hand.
A lecture of notes that don't interest you in the slightest.
A minute later, a warm, welcoming bed is back,
Forming in your mind again,
Bewitching eyelids again,
making them fall, fall, fall.
Sleep.

To Be A Tree

What I wouldn't give to be a tree?
So full of knowledge from centuries
of standing tall
of watching silently
of learning all of life's little secrets.
Have whispered conversations with the wind.
Sing nightingales with the birds.
Wonderful, beautiful,
Loved by all
What I wouldn't give to be a tree?