In this sweet

little moment

between the

sadness

of yesterday

and the promise

of tomorrow,

I want to sing

just for me.

 

Not a song

written anywhere

in words and notes

but a song

from that

deep hidden

canyon

of my soul.

 

It is a song

of silly dreams

and happy

little thoughts

that drift

from childhood days

in the sun

and from

the zesty taste

of youth.

 

I sing this silly

little song

aloud,

raucously,

in screams

that echo

out to

the world,

a world that

probably

would not

want to hear.

 

Through an

explosion of

laughter,

I sing

in those delicious

little moments

like bubbles

that are not

expected to

last.

 

Then soon,

with the coming

of another

tick

of the clock,

the bubbles

have dissolved,

and all that is left is

the promise,

the expectation

and the wonder

about what

shall be.

 

28/8/2015