The tears fall,

Unstoppable as

rain on autumn hay,

so I let them,

let them sink

as they sing-

paw prints in the snow

against my pillow.

 

He sleeps so quietly

beside me

so I let him,

let him hide in worlds away,

ones hidden in the day,

so he can hide in golden shrouds

of fairies’ dust on candy clouds.

 

The tears fall,

Dampening

November snow on

sweeter August dreams-

but beside me still he’s

lost in dreamland,

where I’ll let him stay,

to dream of pixies in the waves

of wanderlust and summer haze.