Saturday, November 27, 2010

A place to put my things.

Catch a roar-crashing wave in a shoebox to keep beneath your bed.
Bridle a rhinoceros to ride it through a library.
Imprint your desire on a butterfly's wings,
and ask it to swim.


Are you listening?


Tell your secrets to the Dark, then promise to keep his.
Make breakfast for the Moon, then be sure to wash her dishes.
Bring gifts of acorn oak to the Sun,
and watch the glittering burn.


Listen still.


I need a place to put my things.


I seek a shoebox for my waves; do you have a bed?
I'd like a rhinoceros to fit my bridle to; is your library closed?
My butterfly is too strong.
So.


Please seek my Dark secrets before the Moon rises.
Light your way with an acorn blaze
and be my beacon home.

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