A faded flower
Blue, with colour
Analytical adults and
Troublesome children.
A star in the dark sky,
where you sleep
Cupped hands look for life.
And yet, I stand still.
Paralysed
Without talking, I watch them
Dance their special dance.
Tiny creatures hide
And under their nests, we see
Where the beautiful shells
Are thrown.
Yet I sleep under the heaven
Where the snowdrops grow
And
They like him
Stalk my body.
Quixotically Perfect 