Are you in my book?

My book of stories and riddles.

Chapter after chapter of notes

And songs sung sideways.

Gongs chime in the twilight,

And history rewrites itself.

Clouds slide low and breezes

Stir the stars.

The stars flicker and swirl to the sideways songs and

Ring the gong with their dusty tails.

The chapters crumble in dry flakes

To the ground and fuel the cold fire of my soul.

Happiness lurks just out of reach

Behind woodpiles and hemlock trees.

Night winds turn the pages and

Frozen dew cracks the binding.

Are you in my book, love?

I want you to be.