Kimmery’s Dream Book

  see the stars you say, in the gloaming night my tiny hand in yours here is the world through my daddy’s eyes up higher than high on a shoulder ride in from our porch with the day’s dying light   sleep tight, little flower, good night   build it strong you say, as the summer melts but i make my house from a heap of sticks that blow away…

Wednesday, August 8, 2018