Sunday, October 5, 2014

Birds eye view

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            





                                    
Look up. Look up. My head strains, it twists. Look up. The clouds are so fluffy. Look up. The sky is a large swimming pool. That one looks like a bunny. No a mule. Look up. Rain drops kiss our face. Look up. Hail beats up our special place. Look up. Stars glisten a galaxy away.


Trees under the starry sky


Look up. The moon does a dance with the spicy sun. He hangs by a thread attached to no one. Look up at a picture too beautiful for words. Look up. Up. Up.

                                       
Wow their cars drive so fast. Look down. Their lips do a silly dance with one another. Look down. They run so care free into the steady trees. Look down. They scale mountains with ease and no trapeze. Never looking down.
                                     



I watch and I worry when daddy comes home. Why does Sally have a mommy but Lily is so alone. I hate watching them suffer I envy their joy. Sometimes I wish I was a young boy. I can't help but love to look down, to stare. I watch the laughs, songs, the beautiful pairs. I shower them with rain so they can dance, kiss  



I sprinkle beautiful flakes to bring them sheer bliss. They don't know I look down in return to looks up. So I radiate pink in return for their love. I make them cotton candy hanging above.

                                    

I give them something to fantasize, to think. I love the adoring looks up. My dear old friends don't forget to look down. Look down at your son the clone of his father. Look down at the old cancerous mother. Look down standing there is your beautiful lover. Look down to see your heartless, amazing world. Because in a blink of an eye you'll be 85 and life is no longer on your side.
So look down. Then once again look up. Up. Up
                                                                         

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