soliloquy for strange times...

the teachers may not know what they do

but I do

I'm making dreams for two

one dream for the happy me

and one for the sadder self

we'll keep each other company

these dreams

these parts of me

many words don't make sense

or hurt

these days

but dreams

thread

shape

colour

and 

walk on

all my father left me was the moon...

Michael Leunig

(today would have been my father's birthday)

and just a gentle nudge

if you want to make me happy

always

look up