Under Covers

Under

Inside

Dark

Small

Alive

Dreaming I sit beside you

In a room filled with harmony and rhyme

I'm peeking out at the light

strained through the blinds

there's a hole in my blanket

with colors and bird song rhymes

I feel like such a child

thrown back in time

broken heart heavy

lusty passion inside

I found him

but he says he can't be mine

I've fallen back to quiet time

Napping under covers

Sadness in my prime

Help me pull the covers off

like a matador

puffed proud and confident again

Show me like a Geographer

a map will be my friend

Lift me like a dancer

I'm up on shoulders

Soaring into sky

Pull back the sheets

Smile away the night

Under

Inside

Dark

Small

Alive

Dreaming I sit beside you

In a room filled with harmony and rhyme

Part of a Creative Writing Project: Letters to Geographer 2015-2016