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.