Dreaming about you!

My thoughts grow wild and spread

their owlish wings and flutter

past his snoring nose,

across the lovely lilac lamp shade,

swishing past the curtains,

out of the interstice in the window,

on to  the lonely lamp post

standing tall right outside

the rusted gate, resembling

the lanky man who scared me

every time I crossed him

on my way to school.

With his devilish grin

and a crooked tooth,

spreading his thin hands

wide enough to catch me

laughing and coughing 

as I take a sprint,

tripping and falling

but never stopping.

Why do I run, why don't I stop

and give a cold stare?

I wonder and my thoughts 

hit me with their wings.

Before I think of a reply,

a closer enough reason,

they fly faster and higher

laughing loud, screeching hard
rustling the dark leaves

up the morning glory,

busy blooming its purple flowers.

Are these morning glory?

I ask and drift away again

slowing up my thoughts that

peck me a little hard

and signal me to stop.

Up we flew over the sea,

feeling Cold winds send

shivers up my spine,

watching boats and ships

that twinkle and fade

every time the

Light house moves its

white hands in a sweep.

The sea air with all it's salt

weighs me so much that I

jerk my legs a little

to stop me from falling.

Thoughts come swishing

down faster than they rose,

across the purple flowers of

The morning glory, over the

flickering lonely lamp post,

past the rusted gate,

into the interstice in the window,

across the thick curtains and

the lilac lamp shade,

across the man who stopped snoring

and now lie fully awake,

looking into my eyes with a

question on his lips,

that I reply with a lie,

covering it up with a smile,

and a twinkle in my eyes,

as I say, "... dreaming about you!"