take me some quiet where
where no one else will
judge me nor be there
to keep me company but the
whistling of the air,
to make me think until
i fall into a doom of despair,
into a spiral of who i could be.
Take me some peaceful where,
where i dont have to track time
and can observe the clouds up there
and trying to shape out hearts,
like i did once, as the kid with long hair
who tried her all to rhyme,
and capture the clouds into art,
with no strand of hair to spare.
where i can listen to the cricketing of the moon,
listen to the sun\'s mourning dove and to their croons.