I
watch a light from my window,
dance
across my ceiling in various shapes,
Like
a fairy flitting across the walls,
sprinkling
her tinker- bell fairy dust upon me,
to
keep me safe from harm.
I
smile knowing,
its
only the lights of a passing car,
but
amused that I could,
conjure
such thoughts,
while
I wait for unconsciousness to claim me.
Vivid
imagination, thats me..
Always
peering,
through
the rose -colored glasses.
The
option to see things differently,
better,
more congenial,
nicer
than intended .
The
same goes for people,
aways
excusing them for deeds that,
hurt,
destroy and poison,
that,
what is significant to me.
Secretly
hating what they do,
always
tolerating the abuse.
Making
note everytime that cord is struck.
Another
light..
Another
fairy illuminating my ceiling.
Commanding
my eyes to close,
releasing
my mind from wander.
Permiting
the fairy dust,
to
dry my tears...
Copyright
© 1998 By katie~
