Twilight Clouds

You mouth to the twilight clouds

 Gasping for breath,

  You beg them to hold very still,

    Till your swing should come to rest;

     You cut the blue sands

      With your pink scrawny toes

       And you thank them

        Blessing them,

         The twilight clouds of the heavens.

On your way out,

You would stop and stoop

To shake a pebble out 

Of your balloon-printed shoes,

And leave the twilight forever

With their blessing to reap

A small gap in the clouds of November,

An eternity to your crib.

Girl, give me a lie,

A shame,smeared with your tears that dried

To hold me in peace

For the days I sigh,

A breath, full of rain from the heavens that dried

To hold me in peace

For the seconds I died...

Girl, give me a reason to smile.