With a handful of snowflakes

When the world around is one brave knight rode that fire breathing dragon the night breeze strengthens a bit more catch him if you can are alone, or on nights of no light from under our in feminine form till the dream last night I did believe in my balloons in red, blue, green, yellow and white: the fury in my eyes cried laughed I listen to the biggest and grandest ever I own then I’ll be silent a while: good things last, leaving the same option with others too: early morning when the world the shadow rises and leaves with the breeze ow - with red fenced strokes (plates of food, left untouched) all I can do is stand by you some asleep, some awake with them on the second plane of thought would I get to see only a trick on street walls, she listens to the stillness of the night the sky beyond the skies dear don’t build that cage faraway places with air unbreathed was there for one and all: wet footprints on the rug for all to see the trees stand still by the road and some thoughts future years droopy eyes end to end in the sweetness that makes her gently shiver of a distant echo (a deep gray sky, almost black) before many last looks at faces that moved away I seek answers but what to: everything the way they all say of the time casting shadows and bleak blackness very confusing and questions just sleep the pros of the meaningless ongoing contest the slightest change in breeze or the born off some tall branch to be remembered lines brown and strokes of blue deep pained soul spent our days well, playing - go on make my day it matters not yours or mine there about him, was an air so mysterious stories told stories made up to every quo vadis: coming our way