With Little Else to Say
I’d ask that you close
the door behind you.
Close it gently, but quickly.
I’ve worked to do. On clear nights,
such as this, unicorns graze
in the meadow behind my home.
I’m told they savor daisies
and their eyes, in the moonlight,
glow as silver does in the sun.
So, be quick. Time has been wasted
and I’ll waste no more. The moon is full,
the meadow is thick with flowers,
and my son promises that tonight,
if I hold his hand tight,
I’ll see all this magic, learn to live it,
just as he does each time I need to.
Again, please excuse me.
It’s time for me to dream.