The trees are encased in
sweet clear bubbles
like candy
and I am in one.
My feet reduced to water by
fragile green toungues
bobbing, cool.
I imagine they taste of
wet
mint.
The rays must curl
the branch tips
and reddish berrylike buds
with rectangular
heat.
Only the icy black pockets
combed breaking mint hairs
left untouched
and asleep.
There was a mess here
ten hours
back.
I go to sit in the first ray
and wonder why my eyes
aren't naturally wet
at this time of day.
Suppose they are.
I want to crush a scoop of
earth
from one of
those dim bitter hollows,
spaces from
inside trees,
between my fingers
and was
Is something wrong?
You seem upset.
Just sing along,
And don't forget.
This bond we share,
Close your eyes.
You shouldn't care,
Just realize.
This song is yours,
Your lullaby.
So whisper it softly,
Pass it by.
These rainy days,
These clouds, don't cry.
Just drift away,
Pretend to fly.
I'll always love you,
And that is why.
My heart is yours,
My lullaby.